My lips parted, watching how he had transformed, and before I could say a word, he lowered his mouth to one of the pinched peaks and my head fell back. He pulled me toward him, and the other hand came to my other breast, and I let out a small cry in his kitchen at the pure pleasure of it. I was delirious with need, but this was too good. I couldn’t move while he had his mouth on my breasts.
His hand stroked my back and I arched against him, writhing with tension and pressure. My nails scraped the skin of his abs and he shivered under my touch, groaning and gripping me harder, sucking on my n****e and pulling another strangled whimper from me.
My hand slid down again into his waistband and wrapped around his thick length, rock hard and pressing urgently against the front of his pants, and
