His large, warm palms came up to firmly cup both of my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, his thick thumbs moving in slow, heavy circles around my tight, aching n*****s until a soft, breathless gasp escaped my lips.
“You are so f*****g beautiful, Tessa,” he panted out hoarsely, leaning his head down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive line of my jaw and down to the hollow of my throat. He bit gently on my skin, leaving a dark red mark right over my pulse point—a physical brand of his ownership that made my whole body arch up against his hard chest.
His large hands moved smoothly down my torso, his fingers trailing fire across the skin of my stomach before his hands slid around to grip my hips tightly. He pulled my lower frame up, pressing his heavy, fully arouse
