I moaned in pleasure, and as I reached out to touch him, accidentally brushed his horns. He froze. “Sorry, is that off-limits?” I asked in a sheepish tone. He didn’t answer for a few heart-pounding seconds. “No. It was just unexpected.” I grimaced. “I won’t do it again.” “It felt good. Really good.” He tipped his head, nudging his horns toward my hand. “Touch them again,” he urged.
