Your fingers sliding over my shoulders; it always started the same. Your heat, reassuring at my back as I reclined against you. My eyes slipping from the television to the ceiling as I let your touch wash over me. I always knew when your touch had intent.
There is nothing in this world sexier than a man who knows he can make you scream like you’ve never screamed before and tantalizes you with the knowledge. Notice I said knows, not thinks – the chasm between the two makes the difference between full-of-himself asshole and confidently, dangerously sexy man.I love being teased. I love teasing others. Frankly, I’ve had much better...