[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
On the soft white couch in the middle of the living room, Kaija lay on her bare back, her sweater and bra left discarded on the floor.
Her full bosoms lay exposed to the cool air drifting steadily from the air conditioner now, goosebumps rising across her fair skin.
Perhaps the only part spared from that chilling air was the nipple on her left breast, now completely hidden between the wet, warm mouth of the man hovering above her.
Charles hadn't left that spot for five minutes straight now, as if addicted to its taste, to how the peaked tip had grown firm, to how the soft flesh surrounding it filled his mouth.
But perhaps what he liked most was how every time he grazed his teeth against that hardened peak, or flicked his tongue across it, helpless moans slipped from her lips, her back arching off the couch, pressing her soft breast deeper into the pleasure his mouth gave her.
