Chapter 68

• He's kneeling between me, and with one of my hands I reach up to place my hand on his stomach. From this position, I can see his face more clearly and see how good I am making him feel.
• His mouth his left open and his eyebrows are pulled together in concentration- probably trying to be a gentle with me as possible. The look of his face alone sends and electric bolt down to the pit of my stomach and I moan, tipping my head back.
• "Fuck! Make that noise again," he groans.