My Turn

AARYN

It was the most alive he'd felt for days.

Everything that was happening, every worry, every failure, just fell away at the sight of her smooth skin, the rounds of her breasts, and the flutter of her racing breath against his skin. He curled forward to open his mouth on that skin between her breasts first, groaning against her as, unwilling to wait, he grasped the two sides of her shirt and yanked them apart. The two or three buttons that were still closed pinged off his chest and stomach to roll on the cave floor. But they both ignored them.

When her breasts were bared he growled in approval, leaning her back over his arm so she was stretched, the peak of her breast pressed up towards him and he opened his mouth over it, sucking and rolling the flat of his tongue against the rivet of it.