His fingers moved over her lace bra (which thankfully she had worn because her granny underwear might have ruined the mood), touching her. Her nipples pebbled, now visible through her bra and poking out towards him. They were so hard, they might have gouged someone's eyes.
She shivered as his fingers moved over her at an excruciating pace. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled, bending down to kiss her. His thumb brushed over her nipples, making her moan. Just with that little touch, she was blazing.
She looked down and saw his heated eyes staring at her. His tongue darted out and he licked along the lace. He smirked as his tongue darted over her bare skin, right above the lace. She thrust her breasts at him, pleading him to take the damned bra off. If she had her way, there would be nothing between her and that talented tongue of his.
