Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

by Natalia Jaster

Andrew is not shy, not with her. The zipper comes down, and he tugs himself free, and he’s glorious to see. His eyes glitter, trusting her, as his palm runs down his stomach. “I can’t believe…” An astonished laugh bubbles from between his lips, then stops altogether, catching like something in a net. It’s all so much. His eyes squeezing shut, his body twisting in bliss, his torso rising like a landmass that Love wants to live on forever. It creates an effervescence in her mouth, which builds with each disjointed noise Andrew makes. When she reaches out to slide her hand through his rhythmic one, he calls out her name, and Love welcomes the sound between her thighs. She doesn’t wait for him to finish. She wants to be there with him. Her hand slips beneath her pajama pants, and Andrew stills for a second as he realizes what she’s doing, but then he continues. Their eyes lock. “Feel me?” he says. “Yes,” she answers. “Me, too. You feel incredible.”