Rumi's Boldness (1) *
Rumi's hands explored my body with a newfound confidence I hadn’t seen before. It was like she had been waiting for this moment to show me that she, too, was willing to take the lead when it came to being intimate with me. And I was more than happy to follow her lead.
Her fingertips danced over my bare chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She then moved down to my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs that were pretty much hidden despite being toned enough to support me.
Rumi felt my muscles tense and flex beneath her touch and enjoyed the effect she had on me. "This body is tireless. You take care of everyone else except yourself," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress with a touch of chipper scolding.
"Because you girls are the ones taking care of me." I retorted with a smirk, catching her hand before it reached the waistband of my pants.