Bending my head to her breast, I whisper, “No? No idea at all?”
I suck her n****e into my mouth, feeling a savage rush of satisfaction when she moans and arches into me. When I test that n****e with my teeth, she exhales with a shudder and rocks her pelvis into mine.
“So perfect,” I whisper, squeezing the lush fullness of her breast as I lap at her n****e. “You’re so f*****g perfect, baby. I love how you respond to me.”
She says my name, the barest whisper of need. It makes me want to let rip a Tarzan yell and beat my fists on my chest.
Then we start to play.
Fingers lazily stroking. Tongues gently lapping. The sound of rushing heartbeats and quickening breaths. My skin mists with sweat as need and hunger grow, but I hold myself back, resisting the drumbeat in my blood growing louder
