I reached down and scooped his sack from over his pants. Stroking him with my fist around him and massaging there to see how he’d react.
His body tightened and the cords in his throat jutted. He licked his lips, his mouth drying. “You have to stop, Mary. I’ll most certainly take more of your touch any other time. But I need you to stop now so I can focus on you.”
I reluctantly dropped my hands from him.
He resumed touching me where he’d left off. The outside of my arms. Caressing along them to rub my forearms. Stroking his thumb along the inside as he reached up to frame my wrists. Guiding my hands up by my head and setting them down on the floor. Flattening his hand above me in a gesture for me to remain as I was.
Then his gaze dropped to my ripe, hard-nippled breasts. Enjoy
