My nipples were peaked, standing straight up for him to feast his hungry eyes on, and he groaned audibly at the sight, instantly dipping his head to take one between his teeth. I yelped and grasped the back of his head with both of my hands, my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp in quiet encouragement. His teeth felt divine, and the electric charge from my core sparked once again, like he pulled a string on a marionette. I pressed my chest into his face and my hips bucked in his direction, too, straining to be closer to his hardness. I needed to be filled. I wanted to be full so badly.