Gloves

Gloves
by Aurora Hunter

"Leave them on," she said, as he started to remove his driving gloves.

"My gloves?" he asked.

"Yes. If you’re wearing them, then it's the gloves that are touching me, not you. So then it's okay."

"Your game, your rules." he said softly, and traced her arm with his fingers still encased in black leather.

She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes as his hand – no as the glove – stroked her body. He rubbed her nipples, the leather warm and smooth. The rose pink tips puckered in excitement, and a low moan escaped her lips.

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