“Oh!” I exclaimed, arching my back as he teased it with his warm tongue and nibbled at it with his teeth. He knew it was my favorite and effectively drove me wild. I had the impression that he liked me wanton when I was in bed with him, for he always seemed to make me so. “Clay, please,” I groaned, heat and wetness already spilling from my pussy.
He took no mercy, instead switching to the other breast and teasing it in kind, making me moan and writhe beneath him. When he’d finished, he met my eyes and kept my gaze as he slid down my body, peppering it with soft, tender kisses. “Are you ready?”
“Please,” I gasped.
I flushed from the question and the way his eyes laughed at me when he asked it. “Please… take me.”
“Take you where?”
“Clay!” I exclaimed, bolting upright. “I am not gonna be teased this mornin’! If you--”
“Ah, my little spitfire has woken up, too, I see,” he said, his smile wide. “Be careful, darlin’, you wouldn’t want to start the day off with a sore bottom, would you?”
I sighed heavily, shaking my head meekly. I vow, I began to think he liked spanking me!
“That’s a good girl. You’re hot enough as it is, down here.” His fingers brushed my pussy and even that delicate touch made me shiver in excitement. When he slid a finger inside, exploring my wet folds, I whimpered with desire.