"Just hold still." He stroked the firm spheres, cupping them, testing their weight and silkiness, touching the now-thick dark tips with his fingers.
She was shuddering almost violently one moment and the next she was holding his head, pressing his face into the wealth of her breasts, feeling weak and powerless to stem the unknown tide raging within her. She no longer cared what was happening to her. There was no such thing as right or wrong. She only wanted him to inflict pain upon her. She uttered words that were vulgar and strange to her.
His mouth glided across her breasts and she felt so soft and warm that a sense of time and feeling of place vanished. Her breasts had become tight and swollen under the insistent stroking of his hands and mouth, the tips stiffening, growing unbelievab
