His hand on her lower back slid lower—slow, careful—until his palm cupped one soft cheek of her ass through the dress feeling its young supple firmness and it's soft too.
He squeezed it gently—reverent—feeling her plush flesh yield under his fingers, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric. His thumb traced the crease where her thigh met her ass, brushing close enough to the damp heat between her legs that she gasped softly and rocked forward involuntarily.
Her heart stuttered at the tenderness in his touch, the way he held her like something precious instead of something to be used.
After waiting for so long, she was feeling what it was like being wanted by Phei after the so long avoiding her.
