He came down on me, kissing me hard. He caged my hands and held them above my head as his tongue devoured me. I squirmed at his touch on my neck. I moaned into the kiss when he trailed his soft, warm hands over my chest down to my breast and cupped its heavy swell in his palm, then traced his thumb over the tips of my n*****s.
“If at any time you feel this is too much, stop me, okay?”
I pressed my lips together to suppress a moan that almost left my mouth. His fingers felt hot, and they sent chills and nervous reactions through me.
“Okay?” he asked again. “I do not want to hurt you.” He added, and I saw the concern in his eyes despite his desires.
“Yes, I will tell you.” I jerked when he plucked at my n*****s, making them harden even more in need, but he didn’t satisfy that need becaus
