Though her hands were trembling, Sade gently moved her palms over my chest, applying a little pressure as she went down to my nipples and, to my surprise, rubbed over it.
"It's hard but at the same time soft," the woman said, biting her lips.
Everything was going perfectly well, till Sade gathered her courage and looked up at me. The grin on my face made her eyes widen, and immediately she pushed me backward and moved to the left, away from me.
"What are you doing."
"You mean what are we doing," I corrected, my eyes going to her chest, which had on just her bra to hold her big pointy nipples.
"Don't look," she crossed her hands over it.
"Or what?" I replied, moving forward.
A different woman—even if she wanted it—would take steps backward, but not Sade.
She matched my predatory stare with a hard gaze and stood her ground, looking up at me even as I put my hands around her waist and pulled her close.
