FIFTY-THREE

AYSHAM’S POV:

It was slow. Too slow as it was melting my insides. It was the first time he was starting it slow and smoothly. He softly nibbled my lower lip as he kissed it followed by the upper lip as he repeated the process.

I was squirming slightly underneath him as my hands were tied to the headrest so the thing, I could move only was my chest and that was naked. That I didn’t want to move because otherwise it would be flushed against his chest and I could handle anymore tingling that could make my toes more curl. Our lower selves were covered with the sheets but the upper self which should be covered was covered only by him.

My whole was body was on fire as his large calloused hands were tracing my curves passively as if he owned every inch of me.

His hands reached below my breast as he traced his thumb sensually underneath making me open my eyes and the other instant shut them close at the electric jolt that jerked my body upwards. He liked that as I could tell that by the groa