He only ground against me once, when I needed it over and over before he pulled back. His gaze was more black than amber. He reached up slowly and released the towel from my body, his palm warm against my skin. He applied the lightest pressure until I leaned down, bringing my breast toward his face. He parted his lips and closed them around my n****e in a delicious cocoon of heat and wetness.
I gasped from the sensation and had to support myself against his chest, bringing my breast closer to his face. His eyes seemed to see right through me and knew exactly what I desired as his tongue began to circle my n****e. It was incredible, overwhelming, and so good.
He settled back and began to leisurely suck at my n****e, tugging, swirling, nibbling until I was sopping wet. I pressed my legs t
