My hands rise to cup her breasts, squeezing the rounded softness before pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress. It doesn’t take long before they stiffen right up. Unable to resist, I lean down and bite one and then the other until a moan escapes from her, and she’s shifting against me. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, as if to lock me in place. It’s totally unnecessary. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with her, giving her as much pleasure as she’s willing to take.
