After we had read almost every story in the book, I had a different idea in mind. While she was reading, I moved out of my position in her lap and sat up with her. She made sure I was comfortable again before continuing with the story.
I started innocently playing with her hair, causing her to smile as she read. I trailed my fingers down to her neck, lightly tickling her. As she rambled on, I moved my lips to her neck, licking and biting gently. She stopped reading and her breathing became heavy.
“Keep reading. I want to know how it ends,” I said before continuing with my assault on her neck. She obliged.
My little bites turned into my sucking on her neck, wanting to mark my territory. It was becoming harder for her to concentrate on the book. I knew she hated hickeys, but it seemed lik
