“I like your n*****s,” he whispered as he rubbed them beneath his thumbs and forefingers, bringing them to hardened peaks. “Their color, their shape, their texture…” He leaned forward and took one between his lips, and I gasped and groaned. “Ah. You like that.”
“Oskar…” I’d never realized how good that could feel. Peter and I hadn’t really had much time, and Dr. Boek…I forced a grin in an effort to push Dr. Boek out of my mind. “You’re overdressed,” I told my lover.
He raised his head, and his expression was that of a little boy who’d found what he’d asked Santa for under the tree. He stepped back, then quickly shed his clothes and pulled me into a full body embrace—chest, groin, thighs—and our c***s nudged each other, like bars of heated steel.
“Your body is so hot.” He sounded dazzled
