They were small and tender, like little pink cherries, pebbled and hard from exposure and arousal.
They twitched in the cool air, begging to be touched, and Nadia felt a wave of shame wash over her—not because she was exposed, but because she wanted him to touch them so badly.
Mika chuckled softly, his breath ghosting over her sensitive peaks.
"Wow, Nadia. I wasn't expecting you to wear no bra."
Nadia's face was completely red.
"No, no, Mika! Don't misunderstand?" Her voice was flustered, almost desperate. "I just...I normally don't wear bras in my own house. I never have. It's been like that for a while."
"I wasn't thinking, and I just..."
She trailed off, unable to finish.
Mika didn't seem to care about her excuses. He reached out and gently caressed her nipples, his fingers feather-light against her sensitive flesh.
The touch was simple. Almost innocent. But it sent jolts of electricity through her entire body, making her gasp.
"Ahhh—! Mika—!"
