82. In Secret, In Rooms.

Chapter 82. In Secret, In Rooms.

"I'm lucid, but my body is too hot, the sensation..." she murmured, closing her eyes and pressing her legs together, rubbing them against each other while biting her lips. Richard then approached, stopping in front of her.

"The sensation?"

"It's like you're touching me, and... the memory of your tongue is here too," she confessed, blushing, but she was too desperate to care about what she was saying. "I..." she murmured, reaching out, touching the edge of the towel around his hips, then descending to his erection, which was at the level of her face just inches away.

"I still don't have the memory of your tongue here," he commented, letting the towel fall to the floor, taking a step forward, closing the distance between his erection and her face.

One of his hands slid from her jaw to her lips, gently parting them in a massage that stirred her instincts even more, making every inch of his member pulse painfully. He cupped her face, feeling a bit of disco