“Let me make it real for you,” I tell her. Aurora rubs herself against me in response, and I can feel the damp silk between her thighs. Fuck. Me. I sit up, leaning against her headboard, causing her to adjust and straddle my lap. I lean close to her ear, “Can I touch you?” “Please,” she whines, tugging at the hair at the back of my head. I love how physical she is. Some part of her always moves when I touch her as if she can’t get enough.
