Cassius's mouth had already been busy for several long minutes, his lips and tongue working over the lace of her bra with relentless devotion.
He'd licked paths across the fabric, tracing the swell of each breast before closing his mouth over the stiff peaks beneath.
He sucked gently at first, then harder, drawing the lace between his teeth, tugging until Carmela's back arched and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
The white material had grown soaked—two dark, wet patches blooming right at the tips of the cups, clinging transparently to her skin.
And through the damp lace he could just make out the faint outline of her nipples, hard and swollen, begging for more.
He pulled back slightly, breathing hot against her chest, and let out a low, hungry groan.
"Enough teasing through this damn thing." He muttered, voice rough. "I need the real thing. All of it."
Cassius didn't wait for permission this time.
