So Wrong

“Do you like that?” he asked after his warm, wet tongue ran along my painfully sensitive nipple.

He knew perfectly well that I did.

Pleasure bloomed throughout my body. His mouth caressed and licked my breast. No other guy I’d ever been with knew my body the way he did, which should have been ridiculous because this was the first time he was acquainting himself with the most intimate parts of me.

“Please,” I finally whispered.

I needed him inside me, momentarily not caring about how wrong and dangerous it was. I hated myself for wanting it, but the desire was too powerful to ignore. And I had gone too far already, I told myself. I’d hate myself later; now I would do my best to enjoy it. Looking down at his head on my breast, it definitely wouldn’t be hard to enjoy it.

I shifted uneasily beneath him. “Just do it already.”

He laughed against my wet flesh, his hot breath fanning across me and making me shiver. Green, desire-drenched eyes met mine. “So impatient. What do you want?”

My eye