The touch through the fabric sends shock waves like electricty throughout my body; instantly my nipples are erect and eager. I murmur something half-heartedly about it feeling nice but wrong. Neither of us are paying attention to what I'm saying now, that's just going through the motions.
J is propped up on one elbow behind me; he's still circling and caressing my nipple, but now he's nuzzling and kissing my neck and ear, whispering scenarios into it which he is going to play out before the night is over. My heart is racing, it feels as though it will burst out of my chest, my breathing is coming is short, shallow gasps as I reach behind me to caress J's hairy chest, and trail my fingers as low as they will go.
