Sophia Hamilton's actions elicited a soft laugh from Evander Lancaster. "Men don't like being touched there; if you want to touch, touch this."
Evander grabbed Sophia's hand, placing it over himself through the fabric of his loungewear. Sophia's face flushed, trying to withdraw her hand, but Evander held it firm, and she reluctantly touched him.
Hard as iron, somewhat hot, even through the fabric, the warmth seeped into her palm.
"You know we can't..." Sophia teased playfully between breaths.
"Just a gentle rub and it feels so much better..."
Sophia didn't understand why a man's desire could be so intense. They had just gotten a little intimate, and yet he...
She had never dated anyone before and didn't know if all men were like this or if it was just him, but she obediently followed his lead.
Kissing continued, with the man pushing further, guiding her hand inside.
