"What's going through your head, my love?" he whispered, his voice laced with a potent mix of growing arousal and anticipation. His fingers pinched my already sensitive nipple, causing a delightful mewl to escape my lips.
"Stop doing that," I managed to breathe out, my voice trembling, as his sweet torture on my breasts continued.
"Why?" he whispered, his warm breath grazing my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
"B-Because..." I struggled to complete my sentence, my thoughts scattered, as his hand ventured south, gliding over my dampening pussy, igniting a fierce fire within me.
"Fuck," he groaned. I could feel his cock rising to its glorious height, pressing tantalizingly against the curve of my back. And needless to say, we were dreadfully late for breakfast.