Sinful Confessions
“Touch it.”
My breath hitched.
I moved forward on the bed, my knees shaking so badly I thought I’d collapse.
I reached out, my hand trembling violently in mid-air.
I didn't go straight for it. First, my palm made contact with his hard, warm torso. My fingers brushed over his defined abs, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, the sharp rise and fall of his chest.
Then, I let my hand slide lower.
When my eyes finally landed on what was waiting for me, my breath caught in my throat. The moment his manhood sprang free from his pants, my eyes went wide with absolute shock.