I was hoping something more might happen because I was internally dying for it, a mix of storm and wind as well as a sizzling burning fire that engulfed me from the inside out... as his scalding touches like a lit of flames blessed my body, the fluffy movement of his hand swallowing my whole body, his gentle rubs and hot kisses on my shoulder as well as nibs that would certainly leave a mark.
The pause and the sucking of my flesh... his tongue rolling the areas he bit slightly and his other hand playing with my nipples and massaging it with his thumb, the other stroking my core, but not penetrating me, he only just rubbed it and then my thighs in a slow painful motion that got my soft moans echoing in the bathroom like I was pleasuring myself, but no... it was nothing but his magic hands worshiping my body.
