Friday Night Smut

From The Bell Curve:

“Hungry?” Jen murmured, nipples tightening with arousal. She inhaled the smell of him, hair tickling her nostrils as she breathed in his scent. Even that was deep and spicy, the way she imagined men to smell.
“Oh yes, for you I’m always hungry.” His hands came up to cup her breasts, his bulk pushing her further into the bed. His cock hardened against her thigh, a painful, but wonderful sensation as their bodies molded together. One of Jason’s hands engulfed each breast until just the nipples, now quite perky, peeped between his index and middle fingers. He ran his thumbs over her tender flesh, leaving her warm and cold, delightfully mixed. Her arms and breasts spotted with gooseflesh, each stroke of his thumb awakening more nerve endings until she was burning and shivering as if with fever. Then, he found a nipple with his tongue.
“Ah, that feels good,” she said as he sucked her nipple entirely inside his mouth. His teeth scraped the sensitive flesh, pulling her more and more erect as she writhed on the bed. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as her excitement grew—each purse of his lips sending electric jolts right down to her toes.