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He breaks away. Little kisses land on my neck in a tickling line from my ear-lobe to my collar bone. My mouth tries to snatch at his lips again, but his head descends out of reach, searching out the swelling of my breasts. He licks my flesh where it disappears beneath its chiffon veil. My skin tingles with wetness. Then he finds my nipple, proud and hard, and sucks on it through the material. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself crying out with delight. How I’ve yearned for this.

My back arches, thrusting the point deeper into his mouth. His other hand works on its twin, gently clamping it between his fingers. And the harder he sucks on one side, the more pressure he applies to the other. Until the tender flesh is burning and the spasms shooting through my stomach soar through me like phosphorus flares.