Monsters on Ice
He fails to hold back a moan.
I start properly working them — circling, pinching, rolling them between my fingers. The controller slips from his hands and hits the rug.
“Oh fuck—stop—” he moans, even as his hands come up to hold mine in place instead of pushing them away.
I smile against his neck and keep going, kissing and sucking marks into his skin while I torture the sensitive little buds.
“Ah—ah—ah—” His head falls back against my shoulder, mouth open, breathing hard.