June

A low moan escaped my lips as Hermes knelt in front of me, his large hands covering my breasts, palms scorching hot against my sensitive skin. His thumbs and forefingers rolled my nipples with deliberate gentleness at first, sending sparks straight to my core. My breath caught, back arching instinctively, pushing myself harder into his touch, silently begging for more.

"Like this, wife?" he murmured, voice gravel-rough, sending shivers down my spine. He tugged lightly, then ...