I attack so fast he doesn’t even know what hit him. A moment later he’s sprawled on his back on the floor and my fingers dance over soft skin and hard rippling muscles. He squirms around, gasping for breath and laughing so hard I know it hurts his stomach.
“Stop, stop, please stop!” But I ignore him. It’s not every day I have this gorgeous man writhing under me. He bucks his hips, but I ride the motion and only tickle faster.
“Please stop or I’m gonna pee my pants!”
He’s such a kid sometimes. But I love him anyway.