Page 39 of T is for…

“But my interpretation of the prompt is that while edging requires intense stimulation specifically intended to make you orgasm, teasing includes touches and activities that wouldn’t necessarily bring you to orgasm on their own.”

The slightly formal, scientific way he spoke made it perfectly clear, at least to Tara, that he’d put serious analytical thought into this.

His voice dropped to a low, seductive rumble. “So I could tease you like this.”

Nathan leaned and down, his nose brushing the top of her breast. Warm, damp breath washed over her nipple. Tara closed her eyes, holding still in anticipation of feeling his lips and teeth closing around the tip of her breast.

There was a rush of cold that made her shiver as he inhaled, the action causing cool air to steam around her nipple, only to be replaced by his warm breath a moment later when he exhaled.

Her nipple was already hard and sensitive, given the arousal that was a constant low ache in her gut.

Her stomach was tight with anticipation, her pussy throbbing and hot as she took shallow breaths, her attention focused on her left nipple.

It wasn’t until he exhaled for the fifth time that her need-addled brain realized the touch she craved wasn’t coming. Her nipple was in his mouth, but he wasn’t touching it. No sucking, biting, or licking.

This was his version of “teasing”—his open mouth poised at her nipple, letting her feel his breath, but not actually touching her.

“No,” she breathed in horror.

A low chuckle rumbled through him. Nathan gripped her hips, forcing her to kneel up, her ass no longer resting on his legs, her thighs spread wide. She swayed a little, hoping she could bump her nipple against his lips, tongue, or teeth, but though he kept his head close to her breast, he was careful not to touch her.

The gentle tips of feathers slid over her ass. Her spanking-sensitized skin felt the soft brushing caress acutely.

He repeated the caress, the touch almost irritating it was so light, and nearly lost under the sensation of his hot breath fanning over her nipple.

Nathan lifted his head from her breast, studying her with eyes that glittered with intensity. She inhaled sharply as she held his gaze, feeling raw and exposed in a way that had nothing to do with physical nudity.

Without a word, he switched to her other breast, placing his open mouth over her nipple.

She shivered, the tip of the breast he’d just abandoned cold after the loss of his heat. Her nipple was hard and erect, her areola crinkled from the chill.

The feathered teaser danced up the front and side of her thigh, ghosting over her hip. He stopped there, skipping the ticklish skin at her waist, and instead flicking her tight nipple with the very tip of the longest feather.

Tara clenched her fingers together so tight they started to ache. It was the only way to combat this desperate need to grab him.

Every muscle in her shoulders and arms was tense with the need to force him to touch her.

Nathan must have sensed her tension, or maybe he could feel the tightening of the muscles along her back, because he lifted his head, once more meeting her gaze.

This time, the intensity was dialed back, masked by shrewd assessment.

“You don’t like teasing?”

“I expected it to be frustrating,” she said. “I didn’t expect it to make me angry.”

“Angry?”

“Yes.” She shook her head, grimacing. “I know I’m not the most patient person?—”

Nathan burst out laughing.

“Is the laughter really necessary?” She had to fight a smile but managed to keep her voice dry.

“Necessary?” Nathan leaned back, resting his head along the back of the couch. He scooted his hips forward a little bit, bumping against her inner thighs and almost touching her aching pussy. “No, it’s not necessary. But an understatement of that caliber deserves recognition.”

“At least I’m self-aware.”

“True.” Nathan’s gaze slid from her face down to her breasts, then lower still.

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