Page 59 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

"You know what? Fair's fair," I finally say with a nod, letting him get up.

I fluff the pillow before I lie down, reaching out my hands to both sides. It takes him a bit of adjustment since my arms are a bit shorter than his, but with his expert fingers, he has the soft fabric slung loosely around my wrists quickly.

"You're good at this." I raise my eyebrow at him curiously.

He shrugs, shooting me a sheepish grin.

"I'm experienced," he says with a wink, and I swallow past the lump of jealousy that’s just appeared in my throat.

"Experienced with tying up or getting tied up?" I can’t help but ask him.

"Both," he admits, checking the bands one more time and making me pull my hands out of the slings to demonstrate that it works.

"Perfect. Now, I've been waiting the whole day for this," he says, and before I can even ask him what exactly he meant, he leans down and his lips close around my nipple.

"Fuck," I moan, my back arching involuntarily.

My breasts are such an erogenous zone for me that actually one time in my younger years, I managed to come from nipple play alone.

But that was many, many years and partners ago. As much as almost every man proclaims to love boobs, none of them managed to get me there again.

But Adam?

Holy fuck. He’s devoted. The way he sucks on them, massages them, and plays with my nipples, he might just make it happen.

It doesn't take long before I stop thinking under his touch, everything coming out of my mouth an incoherent mess.

“I need, mohaahh,” I plea for more, for less, for him to fuck me.

"Adam," I moan, arching my back, pushing my boob harder against his mouth.

He chuckles with my nipple still between his lips and his tongue nudging it and my entire body shudders at the vibrations it sends through me. My hips begin to move on their own, trying to find friction against his thigh, against the bed, anywhere. Until he pulls back his leg, and I'm left wanting.

"Fuck. Adam. I need you," I plead with him, but he lifts his head off my nipple and shakes it, a vicious grin playing on his lips.

"You know." He lifts his finger to trail the gentlest path from my collarbone down between my breasts, making the hair on my skin stand up and goosebumps spread all over my body. "You're fucking beautiful the way you react to each touch."

His finger closes in on my nipple, evading it at the last millimeter, and I could scream in frustration.

"You're so pretty when I make you moan. When I drive you crazy just by touching you here." He flicks it with his tongue, making a horny whine fall from my lips. "Love how fucking sensitive they are," he continues, and I try my best to focus on his voice, but the way his finger is still tracing gentle paths over my body is almost making it impossible.

"You're only prettier when you come for me." He grins and gently grazes my breasts with his teeth.

"But you know, I'm an impatient man." Kissing a path from one of my breasts to the other, he closes his lips around the other nipple. "One day," he nods, "I want to make you come just with your nipples."

"Fuck yes," I groan. Can he read my mind? Well, if he does, he should know that I'm growing really fucking impatient here.

"But if it's someday, how about today you finally fuck me?" I raise my eyebrow at him, meeting mischief clouding his eyes as he kisses his way up my body until his lips capture mine in a heated kiss.

"I'm also very impatient," I whisper against his lips, barely able to catch my breath. "And I swear to God, Adam, if you don't fucking get to it, I will pull my hands out of these sorry excuses for slings and fuck myself on one of those dildos from the wall."

"Feisty when you're needy.” His face lights up and he chuckles. I could cry with relief when his hand finally finds my core and he pushes two fingers insideme. "You're sexy when you're demanding."

"I've been told I'm even sexier when I cum." I raise my eyebrow right back at him. He answers with laughter just as his finger plunges inside me, and I moan when his thumb finds my clit with ease.

"I like it, but I like you more when you're needy."

"Well, tough," I begin, but the last word gets stuck in my throat as he plunges an additional finger inside me and curls them just right to make me see stars. "Fuck."

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