POV: Allison
His mouth left my skin, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt him move. Felt the bed dip as he knelt behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his hard length a searing brand against the curve of my rear. His hands slid from my hips, around to my stomach, then upward to claim my breasts again from behind.
“So perfect,” he rasped in my ear, his voice rough. He rolled my n*****s between his fingers, pinching them just on the right side of pleasure-pain while his mouth found that spot on my neck, sucking lightly. “I could play with these for hours, Peaches. Watch them bounce when I finally f**k you.”
The crude, possessive words, spoken in that dark, intimate space, shattered the last of my inhibitions. A fresh flood of warmth soaked my core. I was dripping for him,
