[It doesn't take a detective to glean that this is a preference of hers, having her breasts tended to in this way, kissed and fondled and worshipped. His mouth curls with a grin, his tongue moves in slower circles around the bud of her nipple, and he hums a sound of-

Oh. Vague surprise as her hand moves down to the curve of his backside, and he severs his kiss with a wet sound.]

I can do this for as long as you like. But with your hands wandering the way they are, you'll have to forgive me if I'll need to tend to myself partway through.