It was a heady sensation, knowing she could make him feel like this. That she could give him pleasure. That she could erase the pain of the past from his eyes even for a moment.
Currents of pleasure slid through her, and she suddenly wanted more closeness from him. She wanted his kiss. His mouth on hers. But she also knew the impossibility of that happening. She wished it would happen one day.
So, instead of his lips on hers, she settled for another. She leaned down, moved her hands above his head, pressed her torso up against his face, and held her aching n****e to his mouth in a silent plea.
His breath hissed out, and he placed his mouth hungrily on it and began suckling in hard tugs. She sobbed; her eyes closed. Her body was on fire, but she didn’t have enough leverage to take long
