Massaging both my breasts, Jake suckled at the one. His fingers tweaked my other nipple, then his palm covered the throbbing bud and flattened it as he molded my aching mound. A moment later he pulled his mouth from atop the one nipple and brought it down atop the other, suckling it while tweaking the one he'd just vacated.

I mewed and whimpered needily, my body lifting me to him . . . offering myself to him. My hand held him to me . . . pressed his lips firmly against my breast . . . his mouth tightly over my nipple. I writhed under his attentions while watching Chris...