I bunched her shirt up and felt around for her nipples. Always hard for me, the way I was for her. I pulled out of her embrace and drew a tipped breast into my mouth.

She wiggled under me, grabbing the end of the tshirt and working it over her head. I pulled back, sucking hard until her nipple popped free and then I just looked. I was always captivated by her. My girl. But I must have regarded her too long.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

I sat up and she followed me, scooting her behind up the bed. We were so close. Physically and every other way....