Rain.
I open my mouth to argue, but then his lips close around my n****e and my words disappear. All I manage is a puff of air that sounds suspiciously like surrender.
He sucks hard, tongue flicking the tight peak in ruthless little strokes while his hand slides further down my thighs, parting them with the kind of deliberate patience that makes me want to scream.
I’m soaked already. Embarrassingly, shamefully wet. The evidence of how badly my body betrays me slicks his fingers as they glide through my folds in slow and teasing, circles around my c**t without ever giving me the pressure I suddenly, desperately need.
“Rhys…” His name slips out like a plea.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin, voice vibrating through my breast. “Say my name again.”
He pushes one thick finger insid
