He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned in more, one hand staying on my breast, tugging and twisting the nipple until I gasped, while the other ventured to my waist, slipping under the edge of my bottoms to rub lotion over my hips, fingers dipping dangerously close to the crease where ass met thigh. 

  

  

    “Rachel, your skin’s so soft. And your tits… they’re perfect, heavy and full in my hands. I can feel your nipples getting harder. Does it feel good? Tell me what you want next.”

  

  

    “Lower,” I breathed, lifting my ass higher, spreading my legs a fraction to give him access, my pussy...