Chapter 9

He ached. He throbbed. He didn’t know what to touch, where to touch, what to do. He didn’t know what to ask her for, but he couldn’t help but writhe and twist beside her, straining for some sort of relief. Even with his meager experience with Eliza, he had never touched anything as soft as her skin, never felt anything as warm and wonderful as her breasts pressed against his chest, her thigh sliding between his.

Paul hesitantly slid his fingers down her spine, longing to explore her body but unsure of where to start. She moaned, arching against his hand like a cat. The soft sound from deep in her throat set a sliver of pain through his groin, his cock twitching. Longing to hear that sweet moan again, he continued his exploration down her back, sliding his knuckles against the soft slope of her buttocks. She rewarded him with another moan, pressing her body closer until nothing separated them.