Saucy Sketch Tuesday #66 (Patreon)

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, startled into a fierce blush. It was a redundant question; one glimpse of the twinkle in her eye, and he knew exactly what was on her mind.

Without answering, she pushed up the fabric of his shirt all the way to his neck. Roving lips followed her fingers, scattering kisses up along the thick trail of hair that sprang from his groin to his chest. He shivered as her lips landed on the sensitive skin beside his ribs, then gasped audibly as her mouth closed over his small, hard nipple.

Eyes locking on his, she began to suck, slowly, enticingly, swirling her tongue around the stiff nub until he could feel the heat from the tips of his ears to his toes. With her free hand, she plucked the book he had been reading from his hand.

"I don't think," she said in a low, confiding whisper, "you'll be needing that anymore."