"Fuck." The sight of her pert breasts-their tight little nipples peaking straight at him-took his breath away.

"God. They're perfect."

"You said..." She drew in a deep breath. "That you wanted to touch them."

He smiled. She certainly was eager.

He reached for those perfect mounds and cupped them. They filled his hands, the tight little buds pressing into his palms. He closed his fingers around them and kneaded them.

She made a small, strangled sound in her throat.

"Do you like that?" He wasn't sure if the sound indicated pleasure or something else.

"Oh, yes."

He chuckled, then glided his hand under her breast, lifting its weight, and stroked...