Theo cupped one of her breasts in his hand, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through him. It was softer than he had imagined, the firmness of her flesh giving way to his touch like freshly baked bread. He rubbed his thumb over the taut peak, feeling it pucker further under his ministrations. Calla let out a soft moan, arching her back slightly to push herself closer to him.
He bent his head to her chest, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. He started to lick her nipple, the gentle laps turning into longer, more deliberate strokes. He could feel her breath hitch with each swipe of his tongue, her body growing more pliant beneath him. He switched to the other, giving it equal attention, enjoying the way her body reacted to his touch.
