65. Chapter 65
Chapter 65
David latched onto Paige’s nipple and sucked until it was a stiff, wet peak, but when he went to give the other nipple equal attention, her hand in his hair held him firmly in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked.
He looked up at her and leaned into her hand, forcing his way over to her other breast. “Just over here,” he said, before flicking his tongue teasingly over her nipple. When Paige tried to push his mouth down, he resisted, only giving in when she put her other hand in his hair and pushed in earnest.
He bit down on her nipple, with just enough pressure to elicit a shocked exhale followed by her back bowing off the bed.
“Too much?” David asked, pulling back.
“Did I say it was too much?” She shoved his mouth down again. “Keep going.”
David gave a low chuckle and just as Paige was really getting into it … she was suddenly blinking in the darkness of her room, disoriented. As she slowly came to the realization the nipple warfare she’d been enjoying wasn’t real, she groaned in deep disappointment.
“Are you kidding?” Paige yelled at the ceiling, her heart pounding from the intense and graphic dream. Then, because she hadn’t gotten all of her anger out, she picked up her phone to turn off her musical alarm, which was “Here Comes The Sun” by the Beatles. It was normally a wake-up call that didn’t enrage her, but today, however … they’d messed with the wrong girl.
“Fuck you, Fab Four! And fuck you, alarm!”
Tossing her phone to the side, she was painfully aware of her body buzzing and begging for release, not unlike how she felt that night in the hallway outside her door with David. It took her three seconds to decide doing nothing wasn’t an option and quickly dipped her hand down to where she needed it and got to work. It didn’t take long to bring herself to orgasm and when she was done, she picked up her phone and texted David.