Chapter 19

• The warmth of his skin entices me to bring my mouth there to taste him, pressing my lips to his thigh muscle, darting out my tongue to lick him.
• He groans and angles his cock in my direction. There’s precum glistening on the head, but I somehow manage to resist it, instead tracing my fingers up to his hips, exploring all the hard ridges and smooth planes of his midsection, bypassing his cock to push his shirt up and run my palm over his rippled abs.
• “Is this punishment,” he asks, his voice sounding tortured, “for me watching you?”