#Chapter36
/"The curtains, Babe./" His voice turns raspy but still sexy.
/"I want to touch you./" I find my courage to voice out my needs while my arms are still stretch wide to balance my weight.
/"Hush, patience. You will. I promise./" His mouth back on my breast. My head arches back as he sucks my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple, then biting it slightly, enough to slip a moan from my mouth. It’s erotically painful. His hand kneads my other breast while the other is busy unbuttoning my jeans, and it’s frustrating that I can’t even touch him back.
Pyke does the same to my other breast, alternating the pleasure he does to me. He hums when he succeeds in pushing my jeans down my thighs.
The muscles in my arms clench. My hands grip tighter on both ropes. My legs wobble and the heels worsen the scenario.
I’m between panting and moaning when he sucks me stronger, then his mouth is gone again.
