He’s so fucking adorable. “Yes.” I place my hand over his. “Where would you like to go?”
His lips at my pulse point, he whispers. “Your tits.”
Fuck.
My nipples do a little happy dance of their own as I guide him to my left breast. His soft moan when he cups me makes me so much wetter.
“Fuck, baby. I imagined these. Playin’ with them, makin’ you hot.”
“You do make me hot,” I stammer, barely able to contain myself. “You don’t even know how much.”
“I’m hard,” he admits. “I was hard when you started cleanin’ me up.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he peppers kisses all over my neck. This man is driving me insane.
He fondles and teases me through my top, and the material feels too much. I want his mouth on me. I want to see and feel him do it.
“Sawyer,” I moan when he caresses my nipple with his thumb.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need more,” I pant.
“More, baby?”
I nod.
“Can I see these?”
Oh, fuck yeah.
“Y-yes,” I stammer.
He undoes the buttons on my top, and I thank god I put a nice bra on. Usually when I’m at home lounging, I go bra-less in comfy sweats, but I knew he was coming over, so I didn’t.
When he sees the dark pink of my lace bra, he moans. I’ve never heard anything so perfect in my life. He pulls my top aside impatiently, then leans forward and covers me through the material with his mouth. The fabric is thin and I feel everything. He cups my breast, lifting it and my hands are in his hair. Then he moves his knee slightly, ever so slightly, back and forth.
“Baby,” he mutters.
“So good,” I whisper.
He pulls my bra to one side, then says, “Look at me.” My eyes spring open and his eyes are intense as we stare at each other. “Perfect.”
When he lowers his mouth over my nipple, I’ve never seen anything so damned hot in my entire life. He licks, then sucks, his eyes never leaving mine. My mouth is in a permanent state ofbeing wide open as I watch him. When he lets go with a pop, he asks, “I’ll bet you’re wet, aren’t you, Princess?”
All I can manage is a weak sob and a nod. This pleases him.
“Wanna sit on my lap, then I can pay them both the attention they deserve?”
I nod, unable to form words as he sits upright, pulling me onto his lap, I let my shirt fall backward, and he uses both hands to cup me. He kneads and lifts, taking in every single move as I helplessly watch him. He yanks my bra down, revealing my other breast, and he moves his mouth over my erect nipple.
“Sawyer,” I cry.
He lifts his eyes. “Get off on me.”
Fuck. I can feel how hard he is.
When I frown, he smiles. “It’s okay. Rub yourself on me. I’m hard, baby, so fuckin’ hard.”