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And then I felt him lean forward. I managed to part my eyelids enough to see him grab something out of the black box.
The ache in my breasts was increasingly frustrating. I wanted more than just the feather-light sweeps against my skin.
I can't imagine.
He switched to drawing light circles on my skin a few inches above each nipple, swirling around them in a ever-tightening spiral but never touching them directly.
The nightstand drawer scraped open then shut. A familiar clicking sound had me jerking my head up.
In the distance, I heard the front door shut loudly. "What-" "Getting mad won't change anything, honey.
"Chris!" I wiggled under him, my right palm futilely pushing between us on his chest.