Samantha
Everything is tingly. My skin feels like little sparks are going off, but in a pleasant way. Dashawn is rubbing his fingertips up and down my right side and hip. He was leaving goosebumps in his wake, it felt so good. Feeling like heaven, I sigh.
“I love you,” he whispered to me.
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked, as he nuzzled the back of my neck and inhaled deeply.
I giggled, “You just did.”
He scoffed and gave my butt cheek a smack, making me laugh. I turned in his arms to face him. Rubbing his chest, tracing my name with a fingertip, I smiled when goosebumps broke out over his skin.
“It feels good, right?” I asked, smiling.
“So, good. Your skin is so soft.”
“Yours too,” I said. “Ask your question.”
“Why did you call me Mo
