C19 Chains

‘More,’ she confessed. ‘I want more.’

‘More of what?’ he asked. ‘My hands?’ His hands moved back to her waist and up. ‘My fingers?’ His fingertips brushed the sensitive flesh beneath her arms.

Tommy peeled the bodice of her dress down over her breasts, revealing the sheer black lace of her bra. And her nipples strained against it.

‘My mouth?’

‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘I want them all