340. Perfect

~ JESSE ~

For a moment I almost stopped him—only because we were both so tired. But then he dropped his hand between my legs and began to tease me and my breath quickened immediately.

I let my knees fall further apart, resting my legs against his and keeping my eyes closed as he grew harder against my back.

For long minutes, he did nothing but stroke fingers up and down the insides of my thighs, across my breasts, down my sides, his breath growing slowly harsher and faster as my skin pebbled and I began to press into his touch.

Still, neither of us moved.

The longer he played and stroked, the more sensitive I became, until he was barely tracing the very tips of his fingers over me and it felt like comets of sensation