Physical Touch
“Take your shirt off.” She commanded.
“Do it yourself.” He snapped back, stopping at the edge of the mattress.
Elain crawled closer to kneel near him, her arousal thicker than ever while she pushed his cold jacket down, undoing the slacks of his shirt to brush them off his powerful shoulders. “You’re so pretty.” His wings twitched at her words, eyes focused on her lovely bare tits, grabbing them, pressing his thumb on the swollen bruised nipple, tracing the bite marks on the aureole. Elain held his shoulder when he squeezed both tits, pinching her nipples hard. Her fingers trembled as she moved to the cords in his pants.
“That’s not my shirt, flower.” Azriel teased, toeing his boots off.
“I know.” She replied, the pink blush from her cheeks and neck spreading across her lovely tits.
excerpt from Three is a Party