His mouth parted and gripped my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it gently. It grew swollen and raw, but he soothed that feeling away with a swipe of his tongue. I opened my mouth and practically begged him to take advantage of the opportunity. He was a smart man. I could tell because he did so without hesitation. His tongue swooped in almost as aggressively as the rest of him had. Rubbing and dueling with my tongue making my already hyper-aware body restless and needy. My n*****s hardened into peaks, and I knew if my hands were free then I would tear off the constricting corset. Just so I could beg his hands or his mouth to touch them and relieve the ache that had started to build. I felt my self-control slipping as I was being swept away by the desire that he was stirring up in
