Everything in me strained toward his touch, feeding off it. I felt it in Julian, too. He climbed onto the bed over me, needing to touch more of my body than he could reach. “Fuck. So beautiful.” He cupped my breasts in his palms, squeezing experimentally. Like the rest of me, there was more than enough to grab. I’d always been self-conscious about it, but not right now. Not with how Julian curved his hands over me so reverently. “You are so beautiful.”
