The head rested on the lower abdomen tensed noticeably before the man moved over her, and a sigh followed when his warm lips caught those two pink ones.
"Be good, call out one more time..."
Then Titus Zane felt long fingers on the button of his trousers and, sensing the man's intention, panicked and tried to stop him.
"Nathan Moore, don't!"
"I'll just touch, not enter..." A soft sigh escaped between their engaged mouths, his greatest concession.
As Titus Zane tensed nervously, those well-defined fingers were already caressing gently and tenderly...
"Titus Zane, I so want to take you right now!" A sentence uttered through gritted teeth buzzed in her ear, Nathan Moore burying his head in Titus Zane's neck, his heat palpable even through their clothes.
Worried that things would escalate in an unwanted direction, Titus Zane stiffened her body, not daring to move, and squeezed her long legs even tighter, fearful that the lingering fingers might trespass further.
