“Ow!”

James barely acknowledges as he continues his assault on your chest. His mouth is sucking harshly at your nipple as his hand is toying with the other, kneading the flesh vigorously. His hips are rutting against your leg eagerly.

“James,” you tug at his curls.

He opens an eye, mouth working diligently, “hm?”

You pull on him again until he releases your tit with a pop. They’re red and shiny with his spit, his hips speed up.

“What’s goin’ on, baby?” you ask, grabbing his face.