“Yes. I love the way you use my body to make yourself feel good,” he says in a low growl, taking one plump mound in his hand. It feels shockingly hot against my sensitive skin, and I gasp. He kneads it gently, but avoids the hardened, aching tip. I push it into him in an offering. “Do you want me to play with your nipples, Jan?” “Yes,” I answer breathlessly. “Yes, yes, yes.”
