When her nails scratch my head a second time, a soft moan escapes my mouth. Summer’s breath hitches and she clenches her legs again. If this isn’t the sexiest, nonsexual thing that’s ever happened to me, then…I don’t even know. I’m not even sure I could tell you the date or year right now. After a few minutes, Summer’s strokes become softer, like she’s exploring my head and shoulders rather than massaging them. This new sensation sends a tingle down my spine, and I can’t stop myself from shivering. Fuck!
