He lifted her sweater, so he could access her breasts, desperate to feel her soft creamy skin against his palm. He unclipped her bra to find her n*****s were already tightly budded, and he lowered his mouth to each one in turn, lavishing them with strokes and licks of his tongue, teasing them with the gentle press of his teeth. She made soft murmurs of approval, her breathing rate increasing, her hands reaching for the waistband of his trousers.
Dave hauled her sweater over her head, tossing it to the floor and only just missing Flossie, who was lying on her side, snoring. It was enough to break his stride and he took a deep steadying breath and grasped Lea by the upper arms.
‘Let’s take this upstairs. I want you to be comfortable, and I’d rather not have an audience.’ He jerked his head
