It started right after breakfast. We were still in the kitchen, finishing our coffee. My partner had that mischievous look in his eyes. Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. His hands were warm and firm, making my heart race.
Before I could say anything, he slid his hand under my top, finding my tit. He knew exactly where to touch, his fingers gently flicking my nipple. My body responded instantly, a wave of pleasure washing over me. I gasped, feeling the sensation travel straight to my core.
“We don’t have time for this,” I managed to say, my voice shaky with arousal. But he just smiled and leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
“Just a little tease,” he whispered, his fingers continuing their relentless flicking.
I could feel my nipple hardening under his touch, my body betraying me. I was getting wet, and the need to stay for more was overwhelming. But I was already running late for work.
He slid my top further up, exposing more of my breast. His tongue flicked out, teasing my nipple now, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I moaned softly, my knees feeling weak.
“You’re going to make me late,” I protested weakly, but my body was giving in.
