Chapter 3

He gently pressed her to sit on the couch, her ass near the edge.   "Wait, I'll get it . . ." She was too embarrassed to say it out loud, but she felt soaked. "Wet? It'll clean up just fine," he said.    Once she sat, he slid his hands up her sides, underneath her T-shirt, and slowly, sensuously pulled her T-shirt up. Cathy lifted her arms so he could pull it all the way off.    She had the urge to cover her breasts with her hands once he tossed it aside, but his hands were already there, stroking her, squeezing, pinching her already tight, sensitive nipples. "Your tits are perfect," he said softly, then sucked a nipple into his mouth, his stubble rough against her skin.   She arched her back, pressing her breast against his sucking mouth, gasping as he pinched the other nipple hard between his thumb and finger. He pulled against the nipple with his teeth, just enough to be uncomfortable.   Somehow, even that made her wetter. Cathy was about to press her own fingers against her aching