When Marissa moaned his name and started wiggling against him, he knew what he had to do. His hand traveled slowly to the area that was asking for his attention.
He gently touched it with his finger and then placed his hand there possessively. He had stopped kissing her and was now resting his cheek against hers.
"Can I touch it?" He asked in a hoarse whisper, "I … I need to play with it."
Play with it?
The words were enough to bring her a climax. Instead of saying anything she just nodded her head. Rafael's eyes were closed when his hand started moving on that sweet spot.
Though he was doing it above her panties, but Marissa was clawing his skin trying to stop her moan.
Why is he doing it above the material? She asked herself but then gasped when he started moving his finger on the most sensitive spot of her pu*ssy.
Her head arched back in ecstasy.
Five years.
