He dropped his head down to her chest, his gray hair falling and resting on her nipple. A muted cry escaped as he bit his lip.
Lara’s beautiful chocolate nipple was just about an inch from his mouth. Sliding his tongue over his lips, he looked up, teasing her. Lara bit her own lip. He knew her game. She hated to be teased—hated it and loved it all the same. As much as she wanted him to stick out his tongue, lick her, she would not ask nor command him to.
Lara’s thong was a spicy red lace number. Richard reached out, hooking his index finger through the lace on her hip. He pulled the thong away from her skin and held on, twisting it in his hand as he pulled her toward him. God, that tight little waist. He could barely contain himself inside his pants.
Richard pulled Lara forward just a bit more, biting her nipple ever so lightly and pulling it gently against his bottom lip.