He strokes my mouth again, but this time, his thumb presses on my bottom lip until it pulses beneath his touch. My awareness of the weight of his arm around my back and over my hip feels heightened. But most importantly, I can’t ignore the growing bulge against my ass. The more he strokes and presses on my lip, the bigger his erection becomes. A chill travels down my spine and into the very marrow of my bones. My face heats, and so does my neck, despite my attempts to keep my reaction under control.
