Your finger lingers, touching the sensitive skin of my belly. Your hand
moved smoothly over the bumps of my ribs. Your fingers splayed freely over my
goose-pimpled flesh. I was scared, but who wouldn’t be?
Being this free with you was damn intimidating. I’m sure I shivered, but
the gentleman in you just didn’t acknowledge that.
Your devilish eyes played over every inch of my nakedness. And when you
peeled my hands back to see me, I sent out a silent “Thank you” to the heavens
that you wanted to see me like this.
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