His lips and tongue came tantalizingly close to those aching peaks but never actually touched them, driving me out of my mind with his teasing. They circled the pouting globes time after time until I thought for sure I was going to break the bindings just to get to him.
“Please, Sir," I begged, unable to stand the torture any longer.
“Patience, my dear. I'll get to it when I'm ready," Trev whispered.
His lips pressed another gentle kiss to the side of my breast and his hot breath brushed over the wet trails his tongue had left behind.
“Please, Sir. I can't take it anymore," I whimpered.
Trev just chuckled and blew on the little trail again. The whimpering and the moaning became more desperate, yet he still ignored it.
“Please!" I begged again.
“I love the sounds you are making," Tre
