“Ah, so you like how I talk to you,” Steve replies, grinning at her as he watches her push the dark fabric down to accentuate her tiny waist. Her tits are finally bare to him and he stares openly, looking at the metal speared through her nipples.

They’re hard, pink little points, and Steve’s mouth falls open on instinct, like she might let him have a taste.

“I was just distracted,” he admits, quirking a brow as he looks up at her. “Thinking about how much I’d love to get my face between your legs. I bet you taste really good.”