Alex looked at me like I was something he wanted to savor.
“You’re trembling,” he said softly, voice low and rough. “Still okay?”
I nodded, my breath shaky. “Yeah. Just… don’t stop touching me.”
He stepped closer. His hands came up slow, palms sliding over my hips, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just below my ribs.
I shivered as they moved higher, cupping the undersides of my breasts.
His thumbs circled my n*****s—light at first, then firmer, pinching gently until they ached and throbbed.
I moaned.
“These are perfect,” he murmured, leaning down. His mouth closed over one n****e, hot and wet, tongue flicking slow and deliberate.
He sucked deep, pulling it into his mouth while his other hand rolled the second n****e between his fingers.
My back arched.
Heat shot straight d
