Lost in the exquisite sensation of his nipping and sucking on her ear, Eileen barely registered his hand traveling down to her chest. With practiced ease, his fingers danced over the buttons of her blouse, unfastening them one by one.
The once pristine blouse, meticulously buttoned to her neck, was quickly undone. Impatient, he tore it open in one rough motion. Buttons ripped free, some dangling precariously by a thread, others echoing Eileen's own cry of surprise as they scattered across the room. The ones she'd painstakingly sewn back on just recently met the same fate.
"Oh, Your Excellency, no, ah, Cesare, ahh!"
Ignoring the growing urgency, his hands didn't pause. He cupped her breasts firmly, a stark contrast to the playful nips at her ear.
