Love in the Making

Drystan smirks a playful, mischievous smirk up at Ercilia. 

He leans forward, tongue slowly moving out and swirling around her nipple. Once, twice, thrice. His mouth then descends onto her, and she gasps, her back arching of its own accord. 

The pleasurable tingling is now everywhere. 

His right hand holds her curved back as if trying to force more of her breast into his mouth while his left hand begins stroking her other breast again. He drags his tongue back and forth lazily against her nipple and savors the texture around it. 

Ercilia mewls weakly as she takes in the sight of his lips stretched around her chest while also feeling what his wicked tongue is doing to her within. Her hands travel up to bury themselves into Drystan's hair and lace into the strands so she can pull him tighter against her.

"Dan," she whimpered through labored breaths. "What you're doing… feels so good-"