It was so hot. So incredibly wet.
His rough tongue dragged aggressively over the tight, sensitive bud. He flicked the peak once, and then began sucking on her flesh hard enough to make her entire heavy chest physically jerk upward with the suction.
She grabbed his broad shoulders. Her fingernails dug sharply into his muscles. She was maybe, instinctively, trying to pull his head away, but she didn't actually put any real strength into the effort.
Her toned arms trembled violently, her spine arching beautifully off the bed. And he just stayed right there—his warm lips perfectly sealed around her sensitive nipple, sucking in a slow, deep, incredibly greedy rhythm, acting like he was desperately drinking from her.
His other free hand went to work on her second, neglected breast now, making sure it didn't feel left out of the fun.
His thumb began brushing roughly over the untouched, aching nipple while his wet mouth continued to absolutely worship the first. Suck. Lick. Flick.
