“Relax,” he whispered, releasing my neck and pressing soft kisses to the curve of my shoulder. “You feel so good, Little Red. Breathe and allow me to make you feel just how good.” At hearing those words, feeling their honesty with every touch of his fingers and lips, I was a pile of goo within seconds. My stomach tightened, and an odd buzzing erupted from somewhere far, far away. Heat gathered low, my legs twitching.
