Exquisite Friction

Hazel

A low moan escaped my lips as Dorian knelt in front of me, his large hands covering my breasts, palms scorching hot against my sensitive skin. His thumbs and forefingers rolled my nipples with deliberate gentleness at first, sending sparks straight to my core. My breath caught, back arching instinctively, pushing myself harder into his touch, silently begging for more.

“Like this, wife?” he