I’ve only been with one human, and that experience cannot compare to what Robert is doing to me. He takes his time, lavishing wet attention on one nipple and then the other. When he bites down on the pink nub, I cry out, rubbing my legs together.

My juices are now dripping down the inside of my leg. I know he can smell them, but he doesn’t touch me there, the one place I desperately crave his attention.

“R—Robert!” I gasp, but when he nibbles the plump part of my chest, his chuckle is ...