A breath hitches in my throat when he issued the words like a command, and I turn, letting my fingers find the keys once more, trying and failing to start back where I had stopped a moment earlier, before finally deciding to just start over.
I feel his hands skate up my sides, before moving around to the front of me to cup my breasts, pinching and teasing as he goes. I bite into my lip to stifle a whimper trying its best to escape my lips.
He lifts The Black Keys t-shirt I'm wearing, which is oddly fitting right now, allowing it to bunch around the top of my chest. The cool morning air meets my skin drawing goosebumps to the surface as he teases my nipple to stiff peaks.
