He dragged his finger under the edge of her blouse and nudged it to the side. Her breath came in soft pants. He could feel the beat of her heart, pounding in tune with his own. He began to methodically unbutton her blouse. When it fell open, he slowly pushed it off her shoulders. He’d have expected practical from her, but she wore a barely there b*a, her n*****s taut against the fabric, dusky and pink under the sheer cream silk. He didn’t hesitate and cupped her full breasts with his hands, dragging his thumbs back and forth across her n*****s. She arched into his touch, crying out when he gave in to temptation and closed his mouth over one of her n*****s.
He poured years of desire into every touch. He drew his tongue in slow circles around her n****e, waiting until her breath came in bro
