I had no idea what he wanted with my two babies, my breasts. Perhaps he intended to suck at them, I thought, a flush of embarrassment rising to my cheeks.
His touch was careful, almost reverent, as he traced the curve of my breast with his fingers. His gaze was intense, not lustful, but filled with a sort of wonder that made my heart skip a beat.
"Erica," he whispered, his voice husky.
Benjamin stood right in front of me, his breath heavy, and labored as if he had been running. The intensity in his eyes made my heart race.
Without warning, he reached out and carefully pulled my breasts together, creating a space between them. I watched him, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
What could he possibly want with my two babies? Perhaps he wanted to find solace or comfort.
But no, Benjamin had something else in mind.
