"You like that?" he asked in a voice thick with desire as he lowered his head, his lips closing around one nipple.
His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He sucked gently, then harder, his hand kneading my other breast, and I was lost, drowning in sensation.
"Fvcckk, yes," I gasped, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him there. "Don't stop."
He didn't.
His mouth moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm.
My hips rocked against him instinctively, seeking friction, and he groaned, the sound muffled against my skin.
I could feel his lips curl up in a smile. "You're driving me crazy," he whispered, his tongue circling my left nipple while his finger pinched the other.
I tilted my head back, baring my neck to him. "Good," I whispered with shaky breath. "I want you to lose control."
