NEED THINGS TO BE PERFECT

Damon's P.O.V

I suck on the edge for a single moment and pull away when I feel Wilona tremble with a rewarding whimper. I stand back up, breathing faltered slightly as my pants find themselves horribly tight. 

"You're a fucking tease and I hate you," Will whines as she shifts her bag to the front of her pants.

Our shopping continues with a newfound tension, one that only builds as I continue to tease her in subtle ways, riling her up the best I can.

My fingers cradled her neck, rubbing softly at the nape of her, making her whimper with each featherlike caress. I let my hands swipe by her legs every time I put something inside the trolley, lingering longer than necessary. I risked a few more kisses and even fewer licks, vibrating from the way it made her pant.