The night is getting deeper, the moment sweeter.
Eric laps gently at her breast before covering her nipple with his mouth. It feels so good that Seraphine can't even moan - can't even manage to form words again until he lets go to turn to the other side.
"Ahhh… B-But I don't… mind asking… A-Ahh…"
She cradles his head, willing herself just to cradle and not to mash his face against her chest. He nips her then, almost too hard - not her nipple, but the inner curve of her right breast. She pants with laughter and lets her head slump to the bedding.
The ache between her legs has become twice as bad as before. That's until his fingers nestle there and start rubbing, reveling in its wetness.
"E-Eric, t-that's..."
Seraphine pushes into his touch, begging for more with her body and with her voice. Eric raises his head from her breast, breathing like he's just surfacing for air, his finger curling into her slit.
