I don’t know what it is about his upper body, especially knowing what he’s packing below his waist, but I truly love it. My fingers skate up his abs again, and they flex under my touch. I love that, and his groan tells me he does, too. He reaches down and sweeps a thumb over my nipple. I can’t help but moan and press into his touch. I wonder if I sound like a porn star. He kind of did when I was giving him head. I loved it. I hope he does, too … But I’m certainly not going to make a show of it. What did he say about not liking that? Oh yeah, other girls—all who I want to bitch-slap—do a bit.
