I closed my eyes and let it happen. I surrendered to the moment. His touch was magic, igniting a fire within me.
I closed my eyes and let it happen. I surrendered to the moment. His touch was magic, igniting a fire within me. A knot of tension unraveled, replaced by a wave of desire. I felt his fingers slowly trace from my right ear down the side of my neck, over my collarbone, and inside the top of my blazer collar.
His fingers slowly slipped further inside the front of my blazer, his touch gentle yet firm. A gasp escaped my lips as he cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple, rolling it in between his thumb and pointer finger. I have never loved stimulation in this way, but whatever he was doing, I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want him to stop or ever take his hands off my body. The only thing I wanted at this moment was more.
A moan escaped my lips, a sound I barely recognized as my own. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, craving his touch, his warmth, his possession.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. My voice was thick with desire. “Please, don’t stop.”
©️Tegan Matthews, 2025
His fingers slowly slipped further inside the front of my blazer, his touch gentle yet firm. A gasp escaped my lips as he cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple, rolling it in between his thumb and pointer finger. I have never loved stimulation in this way, but whatever he was doing, I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want him to stop or ever take his hands off my body. The only thing I wanted at this moment was more.
A moan escaped my lips, a sound I barely recognized as my own. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, craving his touch, his warmth, his possession.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. My voice was thick with desire. “Please, don’t stop.”
©️Tegan Matthews, 2025
