June POV:
Every nerve ending screamed. My back arched off the counter like my body was trying to chase his mouth. My head fell back, a moan slipping past my lips so loud it bordered on sinful.
He slid my bra down, exposing me to the cool air and his hungry gaze. My breath caught. He didn't waste a second—his mouth covered one breast, tongue and lips working with a focused hunger, while his hand paid attention to the other, fingers curling and teasing, thumbing over my nipple like he knew exactly what it did to me.
"Justin…" I whispered—more of a plea than anything else.
He responded with a slow tug of his mouth, pulling at my nipple just enough to make my toes curl.
He didn't stop.
Didn't falter.
He switched sides, because apparently my boobs had to take turns, and no one was allowed to feel left out. My nipple was captured in his mouth again, only this time he gave it a gentle tug with his tongue while his hand teased the other side — squeezing, circling, twisting.
