Proserpina

The grey eyes gleamed and he had raised himself on an elbow, the powerful muscles of his arms expanding as he lowered his head to my earlobe, nibbling it, his tongue wandering over it.

'Where exactly does it feel sore, woman?’ he growled and I could hear the smile in his voice as he took in my hardening nipples. 

The muscles in my lower body constricted as he took my nipples in his mouth, one after the other, and sucked gently, grazing the stiff buds with his ...