Bab 112: I'm Yours

His hand reached for her back, where the cloth was tied. All this time he was watching her keenly. "If you want to stop, please don't hesitate to tell."

"Don't stop," she said as she leaned forward, pressing her body against his.

"I'm going to remove your clothes. Are you sure about this?" His hand paused behind her, waiting. She nodded.

Malik gulped and slowly removed her upper garment, watching as it pulled against her skin and her breast came into view. He watched her, his gaze slowly traveling to her exposed chest, to its roundness that would fit into his palms, to the rain kissing it and trailing its wetness around it.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You are so beautiful." Then his hand touched one of the mounds and squeezed it; her breast was even softer and firmer.

She threw her head back, moaning and calling his name. Then his lips moved to the second one and sucked slowly on her nipple.