Page 71 of Slapshot Baby

She doesn't need design. The swell of her breasts above the fabric, the rapid rise and fall of her breathing, the flush spreading down her chest; that's more than enough.

I unhook the clasp. She lets the bra fall.

Her breasts are full and soft, her nipples already peaked and dark pink against her flushed skin. The sight hits me somewhere primitive. I want to put my mouth on every part of her and take my time doing it.

So I do.

I start at her collarbone, kissing along the ridge.

My lips trace the upper curve of her left breast while my hand cups her right, my thumb finding her nipple and circling it with a pressure that makes her arch off the door.

Her skin is hot under my palm. Her nipple hardens against the center of my hand and I press my thumb against it, rolling slowly.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

I take her left nipple into my mouth. Light suction first. Then harder when she gasps. My tongue circles the peak, flattening against it, flicking.

Her hips jerk forward, grinding against my thigh.

The response sends a surge of heat through me so strong my hands shake. I press my thigh harder between her legs and she rides the pressure, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts while I work her with my mouth.

My other hand works her right breast, kneading, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It’s gentle at first, pinching just enough to make her breath catch. Then it twists the nipple slightly, a fraction more pressure each time I feel her body respond.

I switch to her right breast. My mouth is wet and thorough, sucking her nipple deep, scraping gently with my teeth before soothing with my tongue.

My left hand finds the breast I've just left. The nipple is slick from my mouth and I roll it between my fingers, pinching just enough that her breath catches on a moan.

She's rocking against my thigh now in small rhythmic motions. Her fingers are buried in my hair, pulling, holding me against her chest.

I increase the pressure, sucking harder. My teeth close around her nipple and she cries out, the sound raw and uncontrolled.

I do it again and again. Each time I vary the intensity, reading her body. When her rhythm speeds up, I match it with my mouth. When her legs tremble, I press my thigh firmer between them so she has something to chase.

Her breathing fragments, becomes small, climbing sounds that vibrate through my skull and pulse straight to my cock.

I'm so hard it's painful but I don't adjust or take a single thing for myself because right now the only thing that matters is the woman coming apart against my mouth.

"Kai." My name comes out fractured. "What are you... I can't..."

She shatters against the door. Her spine bows, pressing her breast harder into my mouth.

A broken sound tears from her chest, half my name and half something wordless. Her thighs clamp around mine and I feel her whole body clench and pulse in waves.

I hold her through it. My mouth softens but doesn't leave. I press gentle, open kisses against her breast while her breathing heaves.

When she opens her eyes, the look on her face is stunned.

"Did I just come?"

"Yeah."

"From you kissing my breast?"

"Yeah."

"That's not..." She shakes her head, still breathing hard. "That doesn't happen."

"It just did."