Surprised, I gasped. Up until then, I had
written the butt squeezing, the brief nipple touch, and him holding
me as just possible signs of affection, of some sort of kindness,
but as I felt his hands on my pecs zero in on both of my nipples, I
knew that we were beginning to get sexual.
His hands felt different than human skin,
warmer, moister; I was exceptionally aware of his touch. I moaned
as his hands began to tweak my nipples. I was tense, worried, and
tired. It had been a week since I had sex with Esteban, and God
only knows how much longer it had been before that. I had been
through a lot lately, and my body was starved for some sort of
release.
I felt what must have been his penis pushing
up against my stomach. It felt huge, but it was hard for me to
decipher its exact shape as if there was still something between
our bodies. I remembered how lizards kept their male parts inside
until they were ready to use, and I wondered if that was the case