“What is it, honey?” I murmured into her neck. I felt her bury her face into my hair and kiss it, breathing out harshly. I licked her neck as I filled the other hand with the soft flesh of an unattended breast, squeezing tenderly. This feels so good it’s criminal. “I want you … to…” she whispered haltingly.

Like a cruel lover I kept my mouth busy on her neck, pretending not to know what she ached for. “To?” I asked teasingly.

“S-s-suck … my nipples … like last night … in the parking …”

“Feels so right … this can’t be wrong … I wanna make love to you …all night,” the words of the song played like a soundtrack to our makeout session.

Harley groaned, “I want to feel your mouth all over me…feel your touch mark every inch inside me…let your tongue skim over every expanse of skin ….do you …. unnhhnnn …Aerin?” She pulled her neck away from me and arched back slightly to allow her to look deeply into my eyes. I nodded. The electric vibe that had buzzed between us ever since we’d met transformed and hummed into a high-voltage charge.

“Watch me?” I asked hoarsely.

She nodded as I opened my mouth, half-smiling, and slowly sucked her nipple into my mouth, finally. I savored the puckered dark skin and sucked in more of the surrounding flesh around it. She emitted a series of low moans and drew a knee up to rest it less than an inch from my dripping mound. I leaned back into the cushions as she pressed her chest forward.

I continued sucking her breast in but allowed her to pull the breast back slightly after a few seconds, until I could tighten my lips around the tip of her nipple. I sucked it in quickly before releasing it with a slight popping sound. We smiled at each other before I repeated the process on her other breast. I ran my hand lightly all over back, and caressed her sides with the backs of my fingers as I sucked at her nipples, alternating between each breast, and then licked and laved my tongue slowly, lasciviously over the soft flesh.

Her eyes grew heavily lidded with lust and her pleasure with my mouth-and-tongue action on her breasts came out clearly in the series of expressive moans she let out. As she shifted positions to balance herself better, and avoid crushing me into the cushion (not that I’d have minded), she accidentally brushed her knee on my very wet mound. We both gasped.