He lowered me down, straddling me on the bed as he feathered kisses from my lips to my cheek and jaw. His five o’clock shadow scratched against my skin as he worked his way to my neck, my collarbone. And then his hands slid under my dress, his palm running over my thighs, my side, my breasts. His thumb flicked over my nipple, already pebbling in anticipation. He parted my legs with his and pressed his knee against my center.
