"It’s itchy," I said bluntly. I wasn’t going to deny it because it was the truth. Honestly, I was two seconds away from scratching myself right in front of him.
He moved closer, making me gasp. I gently pushed him back, acting like I thought he was going to kiss me. His eyes lingered on my lips.
"No kissing," I reminded him.
"Okay," he murmured before trailing wet kisses down my neck. I gasped and closed my eyes, one hand clutching the pillow. He peppered my neck with soft, butterfly kisses. I felt his tongue graze my skin, and a moment later, he started to suck.
"R-Roger..." I warned, trying to push him away again.
"Not allowed on the neck either?" he whispered.
"No, not allowed."
He moved his hand to my stomach, sliding it up toward my chest to give me a gentle massage. His finger
