"Yes."
"You are being cruel."
"Perhaps," I say, caressing her bottom lip with my thumb. "I think you enjoy it."
"That is beside the point."
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm," I say, tracing her lip.
I press my thumb into her mouth.
She closes her lips around it and sucks, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"I love seeing you suck on things, cara," I say roughly. "It drives me fucking crazy."
She sucks harder, and my cock jerks in response.
I pull my thumb from her mouth and slide it down her neck, leaving a damp trail.
She trembles.
I keep going, lower, and when I reach the top of her breasts, she makes a sound in her throat.
"Do not move," I warn.
Her eyes are locked on mine.
She is breathing fast.
Her nipples are hard points beneath the lace.
I slide my hands over her breasts, feeling her tremble.
Then I pull the fabric down and free her nipples.
They are already tight.
I cup them, then caress them, and her eyes drift closed.
"Eyes on me."
She opens her eyes.
I run a thumb across her nipple.
She inhales sharply.
Then I take one of her nipples between my fingers and tug.
Her lips part, and her head falls back on a groan.
"Mario."
"You have exquisite breasts."
