Page 61 of Treat

“I really fucking do.” Unbearably turned on by the idea, he bent to take her mouth.

She hummed in surprised pleasure, her free hand lifting to his face, but she didn’t push him away. He kept the kiss soft and light, then shifted to brush his mouth along the long line of her throat. “Wow. Who knew nose piercings were your secret kink?”

“I think you’re my secret kink,” he murmured, smiling when her head fell back to give him room. Her skin was warm and damp, the faint tang of salt greeting his tongue when he skimmed it along her collarbone.

“When I said I’d make it up to you, I didn’t mean now.”

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to do a thing.”

“Oh. Okay,” she said dreamily, rolling to her back and closing her eyes.

He laughed silently into her sternum. “You’re not going to sleep on me, are you?”

“I guess that depends on you,” she murmured, then her eyes flew wide. “Whoa!”

He held her nipple in his teeth for a second more, just to drive the point home, then let go. “You were saying?”

“That was not nice,” she panted, and the flush across her chest had deepened a shade or two.

“No?”

She shook her head, eyes heavy and dark. “Do it again.”

He laughed, delighted with her, and took her nipple—so thick, so hard—in his teeth and slowly, carefully, bit down.

With his eyes trained on her face, he could see when pleasure edged toward pain, that moment where she couldn’t decide if it was too much or not enough. He let her hang there for a second, then eased back, lapping at the tortured little nub with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

And she went wild.

Twisting and writhing on the mattress, hips bucking so hard she nearly tossed him off. He pressed her back down, with hands at first then his body when his hands weren’t enough, listening carefully for the words “no” or “stop” or “enough” or anything else that meant she didn’t want him to do what he was doing.

But all he heard among the garbled moans and whimpers and cries was “please” and “more” and once “oh, sweet baby Jesus” so he kept going.

Her hands came up to tangle in his hair, not to pull him away but to clutch him close, tugging and shoving until his scalp sang. When he gentled the suction, easing back, she made the same sound she’d made during orgasm.

And then he switched to her other breast and did it all over again.

By the time he lifted his head she was a vibrating puddle beneath him, and while he was almost sure she hadn’t actually come, he thought he’d better be sure. “Did you come?”

She looked at him through dazed and hazy eyes. “Just now?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Why?”

“Just checking. You really like having your nipples sucked.”

She was panting so hard that her nipples, little red buttons on her teacup titties, were shaking. “Noticed that, did you?”

“Hard to miss.”

Her hands, still caught in his hair, gave a frustrated yank. “Then why did you stop?”

He grinned, feeling about ten feet tall. “Because I have other things I want to do.”

“Don’t I get a vote?”

“Sure. Do you want me to keep sucking your nipples or eat your pussy till you come screaming?”

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