“Your tits are perfect,” Colton drawls quietly, palming my breasts and fondling them softly. He rubs my nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers, and my skin is burning. My clit aches, and I’m dripping again. “What else is perfect?” I ask jokingly, but he shoots me a look, and my heart beats faster. “You. You are perfect.” He puts his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me to him roughly. Our foreheads meet, and we stare at each other, both panting. “Fuck me, Ava. Now.” And with his words, I lose myself in him. Again.
