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My pale breast jiggled free and the nipple puckered in the cool air. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious before Sam closed his lips around it and sucked.
“Mmm!”
My spine arched as electricity sprang through my body, as if that delicate pink peak was a lightning rod.
Sam’s dark eyes flicked up to mine, then he freed my other breast and pinched the nipple.
“Oh… oh my God…” I moaned, pressing the heel of my hand to the side of my face.
Sam’s hard, smooth tongue ring traced my sensitive little nipple in fast, tight circles.
“Don’t stop…” I whimpered, running my fingers through his soft curls.
He switched nipples.
“Oh!” I cried, louder than expected. The fresh shock of pleasure forced me to let loose; make noise.
Indulge.
Sam continued his nipple torture for a while, switching back and forth from time to time. He’d work one with his mouth for a bit, blow on it, then switch to the other.
Was it possible to die from something like this?
If so, I’d be the happiest, most satisfied corpse there ever was.
After an eternity of Sam working on my nipples, he gave my dress another tug and I felt the cool air kiss my naked stomach.
I instinctually wanted to cover it with my arms, nervous that he’d see how un-flat it was and think I was disgusting.
But he was already working his way down my body, kissing my pale skin gently as he descended.
Every single kiss felt like it was imbued with gratitude; as if he was taking his time to savor every last inch of me and give thanks for my existence.
I wasn’t used to this kind of physical veneration. Hell, at the end of the relationship with—
Sam paused, then sat up.
He pinned me to the bed with his eyes.
“Why do you still have your shirt on?” I asked, my voice coming out all husky.
It was someone else’s voice; it belonged to someone braver.
“Good question,” he said. And then I watched as he took his time undoing each button, his eye contact unbroken.
It was like it turned him on more than anything to watch my face; to gauge my reaction to him.
I bit my lip as I watched the fabric part, revealing the topographic beauty of his chest in the silvery moonlight.
Abs. Abs for days.
My eyes raced down his body and landed on the star tattoo near his hip bone.
I’d never liked tattoos. But in that moment, I felt an overwhelming urge to trace those five points with my tongue.
I sat up on the bed and kissed him on the mouth, more aggressively this time.
I wanted more. Ideservedmore. And this man was going to give it to me.
