Her skin is so smooth, her scent so intoxicating, that no part of me wants to rush this. I want to taste every inch of her skin, starting with the sensual curve of her neck and making my way across her shoulder. By the time my tongue has reached—and slid under—the shoulder straps of her leotard, she’s practically vibrating in my arms. She’s letting out soft whimpers and bumping her hips forward into me, silently asking for more, and faster. I still her with my hands on her hips.
