Hands glide down my back, the feeling making my body tense – a reaction I have yet to under-stand.
He notices the movement, his hand stopping in its track.
“Does it make you feel uncomfortable?” his voice is soft, worried.
“No, I’m just not used to it I guess.” I answer, turning my head to look at him.
He nods before he trails his finger up along my spine, following the light curve of it. My shirt is bunched up
by my neck, pushed up by his rough hands five minutes before.
I feel the rough skin of his hands on my sides, itching at my soft skin. His breath fans against my neck, making me shiver.
“Your skin is so soft…” he whispers, his soft lips pressed to the nape of my neck.
I hum, not knowing what to say as his hands trail further down my sides. Down past my shorts,
feeling the plush skin of my thighs and massaging my ankles.
A soft chuckle leaves my lips, his touch ticklish on my sensitive skin.
Trailing his hands up again, he presses his thumbs into my lower back, gently massaging.
My body tenses at the sensation, but quickly relaxes.
He takes it as a sign and starts massaging again, this time a little harder.
I squirm under his rough hands, feeling ticklish at the unfamiliar sensation.
His lips touch my neck in hot kisses, my hand reaching back to play with his hair. My back arches,
his flat palm sliding up the curve and brushing my hair to the side.
Trying to ignore the feeling of his hands on my lower back, I focus on his lips.
Hot breath against my skin, making me feel warm. Soft breaths leave my lips, and his teeth
graze the nape of my neck, a shiver running down my spine.
“Mmh, your lips feel nice…” I say, my voice breathy and quiet.
He chuckles, the vibrations on my skin making me shiver again. His head moves slightly,
tilting to the side so he can reach my neck, biting down and leaving a faint indent
of his teeth on my delicate skin.
His hair tickles my cheek, laughing softly at his antics. “Keep praising me,
darling…” He mutters, words muffled by his kisses.
The slight pathetic tone of his voice makes me giggle, his words almost sounding desperate.
My nails accidentally dig into his scalp, earning a whimper from him.
I reach my hands behind to grab my shirt and pull it over my head, failing slightly but eventually getting it off.
My hair tickles my back, his fingers reaching down to draw letters on me.
I immediately tense up, my shoulder blades prominent and my shoulders up to my ears.