Chapter 68

Julie gives me a funny look. “Must be the sweat,” she says. It’s not. But I don’t argue. I don’t have time to think because Julie’s hand slides into my pants. Her slender fingers brush against my skin, sending a tremor through me. My heart races as she expertly caresses me, her touch like a feverish dream. I'm powerless to resist. My mind is consumed by the electric sensations coursing through my body. I feel myself growing harder. She continues to stroke me with a skillful, unhurried rhythm, forward, backward, circular motion—especially at the dripping tip. It's as if she's unraveling me, peeling back layers of restraint and control to reveal the raw, animalistic desire beneath. I'm lost in this moment, adrift in a sea of pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of her touch. I pull myself up to my knees, causing Julie's wandering hand to fall out. Then I begin to peel off her clothes. Her eyes stay locked onto mine. The silence is punctuated by our heavy breaths and the soft