She swallows hard, and I grin. “Don’t get me wrong; I’m going to miss sucking on those luscious tits. But I’m nothing if not a patient man,” I murmur, dropping my voice to a huskywhisper. “And knowing you’re wearing something I picked out just for you? Trust me. It’ll be well worth the wait.”
Her pupils dilate, throat constricting as she swallows hard again. “You picked them out already?” she squeaks, glancing at the tray.
I nod, picking up the jewelry. “I think these’ll look perfect.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in the delicate bars with diamond-studs. “They’re gorgeous. And they look... expensive.”
“Consider them a gift.” I set them back on the tray, my next words slipping out before I can stop them. “Personally, I like to think of it as me marking you as mine.”
My heart skips, and for a second I worry I’ve crossed a line, but instead of getting upset, her eyes darken with heat.
“Just FWB, remember?” she says, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’tbelongto anyone but myself.”
I lean in until my mouth is a breath away from hers. “True. But now those benefits include piercing your perfect tits giving me an excuse to see them any time I deem necessary to check how they’re healing.”
Her breath picks up as I lean away and reach for the antiseptic wipes.
When I rip the packet open, her eyes flutter shut.
“You okay?” I ask, working to keep my tone in check.
“Yes,” she gulps.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
I watch, transfixed, as she reaches for the top button. Each one coming undone reveals another inch of smooth, creamy skin. Heartbeat thudding loudly in my ears, she finally releases the last one, and her shirt falls open.
She’s not wearing a bra.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
Her breasts are perfect. Full and firm, her dusky nipples are alreadyhard.
“I’m going to have you lie back for me,” I instruct, adjusting the chair to recline.
As she does, I take a moment to drink in the sight of her. Shirt open and breasts exposed, she’s a motherfucking vision.
I clear my throat, trying to stay professional despite the raging hard-on pressing against my zipper.
“I’m going to clean the area first,” I explain softly, scooting closer.
I can feel her eyes on me as I swab each nipple. Her breath hitches when I touch her, and I have to fully concentrate on keeping my hands steady.
“Fuck me, that’s cold.”
“Shit. Sorry. I should’ve given you a heads up.”
Once the area is clean, I snap on a pair of fresh gloves and pick up the sterile marking pen. “First, I’m going to mark where the piercings will go,” I explain, trying and failing to keep the gruffness out of my tone.
She nods, watching intently.
As I lean in, her amazing scent fills my nose and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to focus on marking the small dots on either side of each nipple.
When I’m done, I give her a handheld mirror so she can check the placement. “What do you think?”
Her hands tremble slightly as she repositions it to get a better look. “Looks good.”
“I need to use a clamp to hold the nipple in place. It’s gonna pinch a bit.”
