“That’s alright,” he said softly, his voice void of judgment. My soul whimpered at his words, his acceptance. “Y-you turn me on, Mase,” I whispered, bringing my free hand to my other nipple, dusting my fingers over it and closing my eyes. He cleared his throat. “Tell me what you’re doing, baby,” he demanded gently. My fingers pinched a peak at his words. “I’m touching my nipples,”
