“Those are my favorite ones.” He hums, moving his hand from my breast to the side of my face. “When I make you come so hard, it looks painful for you.” My breathing is still rough, struggling to catch up, the opposite of my pulse that won’t slow down. “It is.” I give him a nod. “You make my whole body feel like it’s made of glass, like the tiniest touch is going to make me explode into a million pieces.”
