He bit and sucked and kissed, arousing her to a fever pitch with only his mouth. He was halfway down her back when he stopped. Her lungs stuttered and she found it nearly impossible to breathe as she waited for him.
Finally, she felt something brush against her lower back. But it wasn’t his mouth.
He scraped his beard-roughened cheek against the hollow of her back, just above her a*s, and her body reacted as if he’d shocked her.
Barely able to breathe, sensation pulsing through her, uncontrollable and raw, Jules sank deeper into a state of heightened awareness, where each rasp of his whiskers, each brush of his fingers against her skin, made her pant for more.
His hands moved now, grabbing her a*s before smoothing down her thighs. When he bit her on one a*s cheek, she flinched, though
