" Emboldened, she skimmed her fingers across his buttocks, feeling the muscles clench in response, then onward to the top of his thigh, finding it just a bit rough with hair. Then, before she had time to talk to herself out of the impulse, she reached for his shaft and encircled him with her fingers.
A harsh groan issued from his throat.
She stiffened and began to withdraw, but he stopped her with a hand, forcing her fingers to stay where they were. "Stroke me," he said. "Please."
Trembling, she hesitated just a moment more, then did as he wished.
The feel of him was astonishing, hard and thick, yet covered with a skin as sleek and smooth as velvet. She glided up his length, then down, pausing at the last to brush a curious thumb across the tip. His shaft jumped in her palm, Jack releasing another throaty moan.
"Harder," he said. "Stroke me harder."
And she did, caressing him with increasing confidence while he massaged her breasts and took her mouth in a savage kiss. As she opened her lips wide, he slid his tongue inside, licking and lapping, then thrusting in and out in time to the movements of her hand.
He kissed her until she was dizzy, her grip gradually weakening on him as he drowned her in a tide of pleasure. "

― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)