Falling

CENRIC

I felt my mouth twitch against the skin of her back as I felt the slickness of her arousal between her folds.

“Are you sore?”

She groaned, “You should have asked me first before you touched me.”

It was past four in the morning when I felt her holding my hand and drifting on her naked breast. So I started cupping, kneading, and rolling her nipple between my fingers. After that, I let it drift lower, between her thighs, until I found her clit.

I rubbed it in a ...