Catherine's finger kissed my skin, brushing through unrestrained, like her hands were made to touch me.
It was hard to recall when my shirt came off because I was too busy trying to connect our lips more as her hand explored like it was her first adventure.
She didn't caress me roughly, but slowly and gently, taking her time to memorize the lines of my abs like she was recording them to memory.
Her palms relaxed against my chest before gliding up my shoulders, repeating the action multiple times as goosebumps rose on my skin at the tenderness. Her moans changed... it was softer, and I could feel her lips stretching as she kissed me harder.
Her touch dipped lower, coiling on my waist where my jeans hung low. My body locked instantly as I pulled back, but she kissed me again, trapping me where she wanted.
She got bolder, pressing her palm into my bulge to stroke me, but I tore myself away, creating as much space as possible whilst catching my breath.
