He lowered his head and took one n****e into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking and swirling while his hand continued to tease the other. One of his hands slid down my stomach, under the hem of my skirt, stroking my inner thigh with feather-light touches. He took his time, building the anticipation until I was squirming on the leather couch.
Only when my breathing had turned ragged did his fingers finally brush against my panties. He stroked me through the fabric first, feeling the growing dampness, before slipping beneath to touch my bare p***y.
“So soft,” he groaned against my breast. “And starting to get wet for me. Good girl.”
“Alex… please…” I gasped.
Alex’s eyes burned with dark hunger as he looked down at me, my breasts bare and heaving under hi
