[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION]
"No but. I... fucking love it."
I chuckled and nodded in satisfaction, pleased by his honesty. I placed my thumb on top of its tip, raising a brow upon touching something sticky. The side of my lips stretched even more as I pressed my thumb and massaged his head in a circular motion.
"Ahh... Lil --" Sam flinched several times, feeling his thigh flexed as he curled his toes. I watched how his cheek colored in red, opened mouth helplessly.
"Let me touch you, wife," he requested under his breath, but I shook my head. "Shit...!"
"You said I shouldn't change my mind just like that, right?" I coaxed and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry, I'm touching you, am I not?"
"Lilou, I want to touch you too," he complained helplessly.
