He finally gave me what I wanted.

His palms cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hard nipples in slow circles. Then he pinched them — just hard enough to make me gasp — rolling them between his fingers until pleasure-pain shot straight to my clit.

I moaned loudly, hips lifting off the bench.

His mouth replaced his hands on one nipple — hot, wet, sucking hard while his fingers continued tormenting the other. The sensation was overwhelming in the darkness.

While he worshipped my breasts, one of his hands slid down my body and finally — finally — cupped my soaked pussy.

“Fuck, Lila,” he groaned against my nipple....