His hungry gaze swept down the length of my body. With my arms above my head, I was stretched taut, my back arched a little, thrusting my breasts higher on my chest. His breath grew heavy the longer he stared, and it was like an electric shock when he circled my nipple with the teasing tip of his finger, over and over again until they drew in hard and tight. “This is torture,” I gasped out with a whine. “Not even close,” he murmured, and replaced his finger with his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple and giving it a quick hard suck.
