45

KENNEDY

Thayer’s fingertips brushed the outer layer of my breasts. He cupped them, squeezed a little before he flicked his tongue one each at a time. 

I watched him as he enjoyed and captured the other into his hot mouth, sucking it. 

All I could think about was reminding him that I would come to him that I wouldn’t ever feel complete without him in my life.

His thumb flicked my free nipple, pinched it with his fingers. The pain sent right through my pulsing clit. I could feel my folds slick with my wetness—I was ready and needy—like always for him.

“Babe?” I called out when he was seemingly silent. He was usually talkative during sex.

He raised his head. My nipple was still in his mouth. 

“Please?”

He released my nipple. “What do you want, darling? Tell me?” To be honest, the word darling had grown on me, especially when he called me with his thick accent. It was sexy like m