Making Constellations
Who knew all the stars in sky existed on her chest?
His breath on her neck had every nerve ending tingling and made her body ache for his touch. She moaned softly as long fingers danced gently along the delicate sun-kissed skin of her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered as he reached around and traced circles on the swell of her breasts, causing a sensual, throaty purr. But when he started drawing unusual shapes on each luscious breast, her eyes popped open, and she laughed. “Ar...