You're in the car with your boyfriend.

He was angry with you, but that didnt stop him from touching you. Physical touch was his love language. He needed it constantly.

Right now, his hand was simply between your inner thigh. The car ride was silent. His hand was gently caressing your thigh.

You couldn't deny it felt good...

Your were trying to remain calm because that spot area was your soft spot. He felt you slightly squirming in your seat.

he smiled to himself. "Something bothering you, love?" he smoothly slid his hand further up your dress.

You looked down at his hand. He wasnt going to stop. You glanced at him. "I thought you were mad at me..."

he nodded. "I am, but my hand isnt."