It feels good when you touch me

My eyes cracked open only to meet with with darkness of the late night, cleaving through the sheer drapes of Damien’s room windows. It was just late in the night but his heavy masculine hand was pinning me on the bed. Feeling that arm tense over my waist and pull me more into him made my eyes to instantly flare open. The shadows of the night were not hiding the attractive ridges from the prominent veins and muscles along his forearm.

His hand twitched from my fingers skating over the side of his arm. I stilled afraid of waking him up. His chest expanded against my back before he released a sleepy exhale that tickled the side of my neck. Holding my breath, l carefully squirmed around the weight of his thickly corded bicep.

His arm tightened up around me as I faced him. In sleep he seemed so at ease. He was exposed in a way I have never seen before. Carefully l brushed my fingers through the dirty blonde strands of hair that was falling over his temple. My touch went lower and l ended u