Once again, he reached to touch my cheek. “I like it,” he assured me. “You can do whatever you want. I’m yours.”
Such sweet words. They pricked my heart in a way that nothing had for a long time. I didn’t know how to tell him that so instead I said, “I like touching you.”
“I like for you to touch me.” He leaned forward, kissing my forehead. “What I like better is touching you.” He squeezed my breast, eliciting a gasp from me. “Yeah. I like this. And so do you.”
I nodded. “Yes I do.” I took a moment to look at him. He had a beautiful body, slim but well defined with muscle. I gently traced his pecs with my fingers, sliding down over his stomach. I couldn’t help but grin as his belly sank in as I scraped my fingernails over his skin. Cas was ticklish.
Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed
