Ceasar dipped his head, taking my breast into his mouth, tongue swirling lazy circles around the stiff peak until I was gasping and arching into him. Finally, he flicked his tongue across my n****e, hard and fast, pulling a sharp moan of pleasure from my throat. Switching sides, he gave the other the same greedy, thorough attention, using his tongue stud, grazing sharply, and flicking my nub until I squirmed helplessly beneath him.
Leaving my breasts wet and swollen, he licked slowly, trailing a path up my collarbone to my neck. His mouth found the sensitive curve of my throat, sucking and nipping, teeth grazing until he latched down hard enough to bruise. I moaned at the sting, my head falling back, offering more of myself to him. He bit again, harder, his tongue soothing the mark before
