Emma

I closed my eyes as Rett’s touch roamed over my exposed skin. Maybe this was easier in the darkness. I couldn’t see his expression or what he was doing. I relied on my other senses. As I did, it was as if Rett too was without sight. If he was, his actions would make more sense. With his light touch he was reading me, reading my body’s story written in Braille. He began at my fingertips, gently kissing and sucking each one. His hands skirted over my ...