Touch me, Mr. Rich
Rich touching her the way she'd dreamed about for months, maybe years.
Her fingers found her breasts through the thin cotton of her nightgown, cupping their weight, squeezing gently. She tweaked her nipples lightly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and felt the shiver run down her spine like lightning. They hardened under her touch, sensitive and aching.
In her mind, he was the one doing this. His hands on her body. His mouth following where his fingers led.
"That's it," she imagined him saying, his voice that deep baritone that made her knees weak. "Show me what you need."
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