Chapitre 118: Learning to Play

ETAN

She was hesitant, distracted from the beauty of their bodies together by the self-consciousness of touching herself. But watching her small, elegant hand unfurl then grasp her own breast sent a shot of pure lust straight to his groin. He groaned and took hold of her hip, pulling her back as he rubbed against her.

Her lower jaw fell, so he did it again. 

"Show me, Ayleth."

She swallowed, then with her free hand, pulled her hair away from her neck and twisted it to sprawl over the pill above her head. "I will," she whispered. "But can you kiss me more?"

With a low hum of approval he opened his mouth at the point where her shoulder met her neck and she sighed. 

He didn't let up, sliding slowly against her from behind, his lips at her neck, her shoulder, his hand at her hip, eyes wide open and fixed at the sight of her palming her own breast.