Page 89 of Touch the Sky

Instead, I take one of her hands and guide her to hold her shirt up for me so I can flick my thumbs over her nipples.

She moans, and I want to capture the sound in my mouth. I want to swallow her. I want every piece of herself she’ll give me, and I want it all dripping down my throat.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You do not know what you do to me,ma chère.”

I’ve never called her ‘my dear’ before. It’s not like it’s all that weird. In French, we say it all the time, but my cheeks still heat up as I wonder if she’ll think the words are too sweet for what this is.

Just this.

Tess’s eyes are completely shut now, her mouth hanging open. She looks too far gone to give a single flying fuck what I call her, and that makes a thrill of satisfaction shoot through me, burning away the doubt so I can focus on what’s important again.

What’s important is figuring out exactly what makes Tess Tully melt in my hands.

I keep teasing her nipples, stroking and swirling my thumbs over her sports bra while my lips find their way to hercollarbones. As annoying as it is to be so much shorter than her, we do have the perfect height difference for me to put her tits in my mouth.

“May I?” I ask, hooking my finger under the band of the bra.

She lets out a throaty chuckle, her eyes still squeezed shut.

“So polite,” she rasps. “You can do whatever you want as long as you keep touching me.”

Another thrill skitters across my skin. If it weren’t for the clear blue sky above us, I’d swear there was lightning on the way.

I shove the bra up her chest until her tits spring free.

I can’t stop myself from gasping. I must look like a teenager who’s never seen boobs before, but she’s so damn perfect all I can do is gawk at her with my jaw hanging slack.

Her nipples are a dusky rose colour, the hard peaks stiffening even more as goose bumps break out along her skin. Pale, silvery stretch marks along the sides of her breasts flash in the sun like the wavy lines in a polished piece of quartz.

“They’re, uh, not as perky as they used to be.”

I manage to tear my gaze away and find Tess giving me an embarrassed look.

“Having a kid will do that to you, but saggy or not, they?—”

“Tais-toi.”

I nearly snap at her as I tell her to shut up. I could probably be more polite, but I can’t stand another second of anything but praise to the heavens for gifting this earth with her body.

“They are perfect,” I say, tracing a fingertip up her sternum. “You are perfect.”

I wince as the words slip out.

‘Ma chère’ might have been toeing the line, but calling her perfect is definitely crossing it.

“Your body is perfect,” I rush to add. “These are the best tits I have ever seen. Eleven out of ten, you know?”

She gives me a nervous laugh. “Wow. High praise.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll show you high praise.”

Then I bend my head and drag my lips down the top of her breast until I’m closing them around her nipple.

She gasps. I palm her other breast at the same time as I start sucking, and I smile against her skin when I hear the satisfyingthunkof her head dropping back against the wall.

“So good,” she pants.

I give her a few flicks with my tongue, and she uses the hand that’s not busy holding up her shirt to thread her fingers into my hair. She tugs hard when I go back to sucking, muttering curses under her breath.