“More than.” It also wasn’t enough. “Cup them. Like this.” She showed him, putting her hands beneath the globes and lifting them. Loosening the tie holding the chemise closed against her, she made the garment gap so she could pull her breasts free. “Now you can see them.” She held them above the top of the chemise as he feasted his gaze on her.

“Absolutely beautiful.”

She took his left hand and put it beneath her right breast, showing him how to cup her. His palm was warm against her flesh, his touch gentle. “You can squeeze,” she said. He encircled her with his hand and compressed. “Touch the nipple.”

He moved his thumb over the pebbled tip, and they both gasped softly. “It’s getting longer,” he murmured.

“With arousal, it behaves somewhat like your cock.”

His gaze lifted to hers. “You’re aroused?”

Surprisingly so. “Very.” More than she’d ever been. “Take your fingers and pinch the nipple.”

His brows rose slightly as his eyes shifted downward once more. He brought his fingers together and squeezed softly.

“More firmly. You won’t hurt me.”

His gaze shot to hers again. “I wouldn’t ever want to do that.”

She put her hand over his and used her fingers to show him just the right pressure. “Like this.” She moaned as pleasure arced through her, flooding her core with a desperate need.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” He sounded genuinely curious.

“If you wish. I like to be suckled.” She wrapped her hand around his nape and drew his head to her while holding her breast for him with her other hand.

He moved to cup her once more, his fingers over hers, then took her nipple into his mouth. He was tentative at first, and she let him explore her with his lips and tongue. After a moment, she pressed her fingertips into his neck and the base of his scalp, urging him to suck her. His mouth closed over her, and he drew on her flesh. She thrust both hands into his hair, messing his blond locks as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the delicious ecstasy rioting through her.

She didn’t have to think to move her hips, because she couldn’t keep herself from seeking relief as a thundering lust pulsed in her sex. He put his other hand on her other breast, massaging and squeezing her. There was no gentleness, no hesitation, just his bare need to touch her. Evie cast her head back, moaning louder as he transferred his mouth to her other nipple and feasted anew.

She ground down hard, her body tumbling toward orgasm. How could that be? She had never come like this. And she didn’t want to, at least not tonight. She began to think she might find her climax when he was inside her, which rarely happened. Everything about him had been different, so why not that too?