“Cuddles,” he said—then his fingers found my bra clasp, and next thing I knew, my nipples were in his mouth.
He took his time, sucking gently, then with more pressure, letting his tongue swirl and flick across the tight peak. His hand cupped my other breast, thumb brushing over the nipple in slow, deliberate circles, making my breath hitch. The sensation was electric—his mouth claiming one breast while his fingers worshipped the other, as if he wanted to memorize every response, every shiver. I arched into him, craving the heat of his mouth, the pull of his lips, the way he made my whole body feel like it was unraveling under his touch.
He took his time, sucking gently, then with more pressure, letting his tongue swirl and flick across the tight peak. His hand cupped my other breast, thumb brushing over the nipple in slow, deliberate circles, making my breath hitch. The sensation was electric—his mouth claiming one breast while his fingers worshipped the other, as if he wanted to memorize every response, every shiver. I arched into him, craving the heat of his mouth, the pull of his lips, the way he made my whole body feel like it was unraveling under his touch.
