“Not even close.”He smiled against her skin before taking her earlobe between his teeth and tugging.
“Wait,” she groaned.
“Wrong answer if you want me to stop.”
“Please…” Her hands raked over his cloth-covered chest, needing to feel bare skin.
“I like hearing you beg.”Michael’s left hand slid down her face, over her collarbone, and settled over her breast.Cupping it and kneading it much as she had seen him do with the pizza dough.“Damn, I’ve been dreaming about these beauties.”His voice was low and husky.
He pulled back slightly.“May I?”His hands lowered to the hem of her shirt.He paused, his eyes on her, waiting for her to give the green light.
This was her chance to tell him no and end everything right here and now before it went too far.They hadn’t passed the point of no return, though if they stopped now, their friendship was already tarnished.She would always know what his kisses felt like.His tongue stroking hers.The feel of his hard erection grinding against her pelvis.
“Your choice, Andrea.Say the word and this ends.”He reminded her that she had the control.
“Yes…” Her voice came out a whisper, but Michael heard her nonetheless.
Andrea expected Michael to rip her shirt over her head.Instead, he raised it slowly.Molasses moved faster than he was going.His eyes watched his movements, heating more and more with every inch of skin he revealed until finally her shirt was over her breasts then clear of her head.
His eyes stayed fixed on her breasts.He was practically salivating, staring at them.She looked down to see the fascination but wasn’t getting it.They were medium-size, definitely not porn star worthy.
Michael’s index finger glided along the edge of her bra before hooking it and dropping the cups before her breasts.
He lowered his head slowly, just as slow as removing her shirt, before his mouth hovered over her right nipple.She could feel his hot breath on it, causing it to tighten.Her whole body felt like it was tight, about to break.The anticipation was killing her.
He had been quick to kiss her, and now he was going Miss Daisy speed.Finally, his tongue darted out and swiped over her then latched on.His other hand came up and massaged her other breast.
The man was an expert with that tongue.He lashed her nipple, his teeth tugging and pulling in tandem as his hand tweaking her other nipple.Each pull sent a thrill straight to her core.If he kept this up, she might come, and he was hardly touching her.
The timer on the oven went off, threatening to ruin the moment.She turned her head and glared down at the appliance, wishing she could set it ablaze with her eyes.
“I don’t want to leave these beauties, but I don’t want to burn the house down.”Michael groaned before finally releasing her nipple with a pop and shifted to the oven to turn it off and set the pizzas on the counter.
Michael’s hair looked mussed, sticking out at odd ends.The curls were in disarray.She didn’t remember grabbing his hair.She licked her lips that felt full and swollen as did her nipples.
“They just need a few minutes to cool, and then we can eat.”
What?He was thinking about pizza when she was leaning against the cabinets with her tits hanging out and panting like a dog.She didn’t believe his calm exterior for a second.He looked breathless himself, and there was a large indent in his shorts she was hungry to get to.
“You’re just going to walk away now,” she sputtered.
“Would you like me to continue?If we do, you may not eat before you have to be at work.”
Andrea glanced at the clock on the stove.She had a couple of hours until she had to leave.Plenty of time for play and eat.“We have hours.”
“I like to be thorough.”
Now that she’d sampled the goods, there was no way she could walk away.“I’ll eat later.”She was hungry, but not for food.He had awakened something inside of her, and she wanted to give into it, just this once.
Michael’s eyes turned molten.“Now where was I?”
“Here…” She pointed to her left breast.
“How could I forget, but I don’t want to leave the other one feeling neglected.”He suckled her right nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as the other one.
“Michael, please.”
“Please what?”he responded casually.
