A Moan Slipped

When his hand stopped roaming my sides and landed on my breast , a moan slipped past my lips. This never happened at the meetings. I never enjoyed them but here l was feeling like l was in heaven. His palm on my breast was soft as he touched me, yet I could feel now just how much he was restraining himself. There was a slight tremor with in him as he held back.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?", My mouth asked, and I felt like I was going on autopilot. Perhaps it was my exhaustion,or the small amount of alcohol in my system. But I knew those things mixed with Aleksander's dark allure were dangerous. His touch was winning my body over .

"Fuck yes," He growled. I froze, but in the next instant he lifted me up from the couch and rose to his feet. His quick speed and calm strength impressed me. A bright blush spread across my cheeks and I wondered if he could see my resemblance to a tomato. He carried me into the bedroom where nothing but the New York City lights streamed into a darken