“Good. I like waking you up this way.”
Diving back in, I switch it up, going for the other nipple, needing to even it out. Mac’s chest hitches, and I sneak my hand between her thighs, searching under her hood with my thumb, teasing out her reluctant clit. She pushes against me, her wetness slicking my fingers.
I spread it around, rolling her fattened clit between my thumb and forefinger. She pulls me up for a kiss, and we make out, cozy and dirty, the perfect combination. She begins to roll her hips, meeting the insistent pressure of my thumb.
Her mouth drops open, and her head falls back, and I go back to her nipples, working her over top and bottom as she falls apart under my hands, coming softly. She rolls to face me, bringing her knee over my hip and snuggling into me as she kisses me. I’m naked under all these sheets, so her hands begin to roam. She kisses the various parts of me, humming in the places she likes best.
I’m not surprised when Mac’s mouth lands on my pussy. Delicately, she spreads my lips, kissing and sucking on my already sensitive clit while dipping her fingers into my wetness. Crooking her fingers inside me, she finds that bit of real estate that intensifies everything. She keeps going, relentless until I cry out, then grins up at me, her chin wet from my slick.
“This is a fantastic way to be woken up in the morning,” she cracks, wiping off her chin to lay another kiss on my lips. “I’m going to brush my teeth so I can make out with you properly.”
We go into the bathroom, and I reach for the guest basket, taking advantage of a spare toothbrush from my supplies. We stand there, naked, brushing our teeth. It feels very domestic for what this is, which somehow makes it more erotic.
I kind of love it.
We spit and rinse, and I grab her hips, lifting her onto the countertop.
“You are so damn strong,” Mac says.
“I get that a lot.” Pushing between her thighs, I run my thumbs over her fat nipples. “Fuck, I love these things,” I say, diving in to suck and play with them a bit more.
“Someone is obsessed,” she says, amusement in her tone.
I pull back, shrugging. “Sorry. They’re just soperky,” I say, quoting my favorite eighties rom-com.
“And yours are so sensitive,” she says, cupping my breasts, weighing them in her hands.
“They’re a problem is what they are. The first night I met you, I was so turned on I was absolutely certain you could see my nipples from outer space.”
Mac shakes her head. “I didn’t need to be in outer space to see them. They were quite visible right in front of me.”
I slap my hand on my forehead. “Ugh. So embarrassing.”
“Why do you think I was flirting with you?”
“Because I was delightfully awkward?”
“That too, but your rogue nipples made my mouth water.”
“And now?” I ask, leaning into her hold.
“They’re better than I remember them,” she says, leaning down to suck them again.
After a moment, I pull back. “Okay, so we both have boob fetishes. We’ll have to play around with that later, but I’ve got some errands to run today.”
She nods as she hops down, a devilish look in her eyes. “You got time for a quick shower?”
“I probably should shower after all we got up to last night.”
“Excellent,” she says, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat up with an impatient tap of her foot.
We step in once it’s warm enough, and I am so glad I sprang for the luxury showerhead in here. Mac and I make cursory use of the soap and shampoo, not even pretending to care about how clean we’ve gotten. As soon as the last bit of soap is rinsed away, we come together, kissing and humping against each other. Quickly, if inelegantly, she kneels and buries her face between my thighs, the overwhelming pressure lighting up everything.
She sucks and licks until I’m a barely standing pile of Jell-O, shaking as I come on her talented tongue. She doesn’t stop, though, until she’s licked every bit of wetness from me. She reaches for my hand and I help pull her up to standing, before she takes me in a brutal kiss. I find that I love tasting myself in her mouth.
Running out of time, I quickly kneel and follow suit. People tend to give you what they like themselves, so I go after her in the exact same way, following her lead until she shouts, coming almost immediately.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her voice rough as she drags me into a kiss, pushing me against the chilly tiles, diving into my mouth like I’m the only source of oxygen left on the planet.
