When Warmth Rose
His hands were not content just to linger at my chest and started to slide lower.
I was getting lost in the pleasure, telling myself to just let go for once.
Howard was good at this–really good. His hands alone were enough to send me soaring.
Then, out of nowhere, he stopped. I pulled off my eye mask and saw him undressing.
I was embarrassed, knowing that was not right, but my body was telling a different story.
He looked down at me with a gentle smile, his good looks sending my heart into a flutter.
"Ma'am, is this okay?" he asked.