Oh God…" she gasped. I looked up at her briefly — her head was thrown back, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut — and then I lowered my mouth again, tracing slow, deliberate circles with my tongue over the peak of her breast, still covered by the delicate, sheer lace of her bra.
Her gasps came faster, her chest rising and falling against my mouth. Every exhale was a whisper of heat against my cheek, and I felt her tremble as I drew her nipple into my mouth through the thin barrier. "Relax, baby," I murmured against her skin. "Just let me…"
She arched beneath me, a soft cry escaping her lips. "Do something, please…" I obliged, trailing kisses down her stomach, feeling every tremor that coursed through her. My hand slid lower, the path slow, teasing, deliberate. I wanted her to feel every second of it — to know she was the only thing that existed for me right now.
