Iris gasped when cool air hit her n*****s, hit her c**t, and his whole body went into overdrive at the sound.
“Oh, God, baby.” He lowered his head to her breast, flicked her n****e with his tongue, and she arched again, mutely begging for more. He obliged her by kissing his way over to her second breast, blowing on the pink nub, then sucking on it. “So beautiful.”
“Ah,” she said softly as he nipped between her breasts, licked the tiny red mark that he’d left there. “Viking…”
“Hmmm?”
“Kiss me.”
He moved up her body, took her mouth slowly, languidly. His tongue skimmed the curves of her lips, and when she opened to him, he delved into her sweetness, tasting her. Luxuriating in her, just richly and unaplogetically enjoying her.
When his hand moved down her body again, Iris moaned into
