“Fuck, Tess,” he rumbles, the tip of his finger reaching to trace the bare skin of my breast that just peeks out from my rucked-up sweater. “There’s one here.” His head dips to press his mouth there, and my back bows instinctively when I feel warm air kiss at my nipples as he pulls my sweater higher. “And here.” His tongue flicks along the swell, sucking gently at the spot. “Even…here.” His tongue is light at first against my nipple, teasing at the spot he’s found before he swirls around the entire thing in a slow circle—but then his entire mouth covers it, sucks it inside, making me moan, and
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