He brushes his fingertips along the bountiful swell, then runs his thumb across. Anticipation thickens in my veins, and I can barely breathe, my chest rising and falling fast. His gaze intent, he pinches the nipple lightly between his forefinger and thumb, then tugs. The slight pain sweetens the bliss coursing through me, pooling in hot, sticky arousal between my thighs.
