Jiro PoV
I slid a hand under Rohan's shirt, feeling his skin beneath my fingertips. My husband shivered from my touch. His muscles tensed under my palms.
He moaned, and I couldn't help but smile. It was cute to hear him making those noises. It meant he enjoyed my touch. He wanted me to keep going, to do whatever I pleased with him. I knew exactly what that meant.
I kissed his neck, and his breath hitched. His pulse raced beneath my lips. My tongue darted out, tasting his skin. He smelled amazing and it was only because of the shea butter soap he had used.
Rohan's hips bucked upwards, grinding against me. I gasped, feeling the bulge in his pants press into me. My own desire rose.
"Jiro," he moaned, grabbing my shirt. He yanked it off and flipped me so I was the one on the bottom now.
He took control, lifting himself up and kissing down my torso. His lips trailed down my stomach. Each time they touched my bare flesh, a spark of pleasure shot through me.
