Drake's clothes were on the floor and his back was pressed against the cold wall, while Hope was strolling with her fingers over his pectorals. She bit her lower lip, feeling perfection under her fingertips. What else could feel better than that?
Hope's right hand descended, hovering briefly on his abdomen before moving to his left side. She stroked his pelvic bone, relishing the toughness under the soft, warm skin. Drake couldn't help but gape when her fingers grasped his stiff manhood.
He wasn't used to not being the one in control. Not knowing what was about to happen was driving him insane, yet he still didn't want to stop her.
Hope was amused by the expression on his face. She was well aware of how difficult it might be to relinquish control, especially if you were the dominating kind. But she wanted to teach him that pleasure and happiness could be found in both ways and that there must be a balance.
