She heard him snap a new black glove from the dispenser, heard the slapping noises as he worked it onto his hand, then felt a cool latex-covered finger trail lightly, slowly, beginning at her neck. His finger drifted so casually, first along her jawline, tracing its soft contour, finally skimming her pale cheek before moving away. The touch was subtle, perfectly erotic. A shiver of delicious arousal surged through her body again. She felt her pussy tensing again, craving release. Shit, he’s driving me fucking crazy. I need to come. Please ... touch my clit. “I’m going to work on your arm some more now.” His voice was low, near her ear – just the sound of it made her heart beat harder in her chest. He moved to the stool and sat again, then leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth again, his warm tongue flicking lightly at the hard peak. He took the nipple in fully, very hard, and she moaned at the pain and pleasure of the sensation.
