My breathing was becoming ragged and shallow as I looked at my red painted nails showing through Dave’s black hair. I pulled his mouth tighter against my bare breast. The sexual tension had built beyond any control on my part, but that’s exactly what I wanted to happen. I felt an orgasm building and Dave hadn’t even penetrated me, yet. This was the night I would prove my love for him. His tongue licked and caressed my nipple with practiced skills I’m sure had been learned from another woman. I couldn’t feel jealous, but thankful for her teaching him exactly what a woman loves. The tension finally broke with a scream and a moan from my lips. This was the first release of many Dave would bring me during the evening.