It surprised me how hot his skin was when I touched him. He inhaled and rumbled with gratification, thrusting in my grip until I matched the rhythm he seemed to like best. “Billie…” groaned Gavin, leaning his head back in the sheets. All I could do was focus on him, leaning above him and admiring the throbbing in his abdomen, the staggering rises in his throat. Just doing this to him was making me excited again; it made me want to feel his fingers inside me again, and I got lost in a ...