SWEET SPOT
I growled against her skin, sucking harder, leaving faint marks around her breasts.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whispered, my voice rough. My hands roamed everywhere — squeezing her ass, sliding up her back, gripping her hips as I kissed and sucked every inch I could reach. Her moans were soft and breathy, music to my ears. My cock was rock hard beneath her, pressing against her through our clothes.
I pulled back slightly, staring deep into her eyes, my hand still cupping one breast, my thumb teasing her nipple.
“Do you want to tell me what your kink is?” I asked, my voice low and commanding.