His fingers move away from the clasp of my bra and brush against my waist, raising the small hair on my arms in their wake. I shiver once again because of what he did. Something is building inside me. The heat of his skin are spreading like a wild fire to my body.
I wanted to say something but I am too focus with his movement, attentive in every brush of his fingers, and the rhythm of his lips. My body react to his every touch, get along with me because I am liking what he is doing.
"You're so beautiful my love," he ruggedly whisper and in just one swift move he unhook my bra.
I gasp when I felt it loosen.
"Please..." he beg.
I took a long breath and sigh.
"Yes," I exhale.
He kissed me hungrily and lift my shirt. Both of his hands are now touching my bare skin, the warm of his palm and the way it gently move made me go crazy.
