Jessica's POV
The curse that escaped Caleb's lips when I drew his nipple between my teeth sent electricity straight through my core. His chest heaved beneath me as I worked my tongue in slow circles around the sensitive peak.
"No one's ever done that before," he breathed, his voice rougher than gravel.
I lifted my gaze toward where I knew his face would be in the darkness, even though I couldn't make out his features. "Then I'm honored to be your first."
My mouth found his other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention while my hips began their slow, torturous rhythm against him. The friction of our bodies moving together had him cursing again, low groans rumbling from his chest that made my blood sing with want.
"God, I love those sounds you make," I whispered against his skin, my lips trailing across his chest as my movements grew more insistent. "They're driving me absolutely wild and making me want to do things to you that would make a saint blush."
