James stopped kissing my neck. The sight of my breast amazed him, I could tell by the burning desire In his eyes.

He brushed his thumb tenderly on my rock-hard nipples. He again caressed my neck, my collarbone, my cleavage, and under my breast. My nipples yawned for his lips. James was so tender with me. He treated every part of me like it was fragile goods. My hands and fingers got an equal amount of kisses.

While he was caressing my ...