Now she is mine.
Finally.
Her back arches as my hands pass over her tight, hard little nipples.
I am dying to taste them.
Her tank top slides up and off easily and then she is bare before me.
Her hands reach for the hem of my shirt but I still them.
This is about her.
It should always be about her.
My lips suck and pull her flesh into my mouth.
My teeth nip as my tongue soothes.
Her cries are like drops of heaven in my ears.
I never want her to stop.
I love to hear her.