Rhys averted his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. It made me wonder if I’d missed something.
“What’s this look?” I asked, squeezing his belly because I absolutely fucking had to.
He took a deep breath, once again speaking on the exhale. “I’m a li—ttle self-conscious of my si—tuation up here. Espe—cially compared to all of that.”
“Did you not hear me in the kitchen? I love man titties. And your nipples are going to be the death of me.” I punctuated that with a leer so that he knew I was telling the truth.
“I’ve never had so—mebody appreciate these before,” he said, carefully releasing his arms.
“Appreciate?” I yanked on his waistband, creating a jiggle up and down his heavily furred torso. “How about worship?”
“Really?”
Rhys clearly needed additional convincing.
“Really.” I dove in between his pecs, then brought my hands up and squished them against the sides of my face while subtly circling his nipples with my thumbs. “Really really,” I reassured him, my voice muffled by glorious man flesh.
“O—kay, then,” he said, pushing me back, laughing as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes.
Rubbing my hands in anticipation, I asked, “Is it wrong that I just wanna lie on top of you and nurse you for a while?”
“Nurse?” he asked, unsure. “I’ve literally never had someone do that before.”
“Is that a no? It’s okay if it is.”
“Not a no.”
Eyeballing my bed, he took a deep breath, then dropped a knee to the mattress. He looked like a literal bear as he crawled up toward the massive stack of pillows. Twisting, he flopped back against the pillows as he smacked his chest with both hands. Fucking hell, I loved the way his pecs bounced and settled.
“Come and get it, then.”
“You are a furbearing mammal.” I climbed up next to him, appreciating the soft, wiry dark blond hair below my palm as I skimmed it over his belly.
Laughing, he asked, “Who knew that a hairy ass and man titties were a draw?”
“They very much are,” I responded sincerely.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, I sidled up next to him and lightly suckled the nipple closest to me. The way his broad chest hitched was very satisfying.
“Not so bad, right?” I asked, figuring I should check in with him a little extra.
“Not bad at all.”
Unable to help myself, I took his sexy, fat nipple into my mouth, groaning at the taste and feel of the pebbled skin on my tongue. Rhys’s enormous, perfect body was spread before me, his cock filling as I nursed at the sensitive bud.
“This still okay?”
“Can you do something with the other nipple at the same time?” he asked, breathless. “It’s starting to feel a little lonely.”
I grinned, shoving my forefinger and thumb into my mouth, sucking on them as I maintained eye contact. I then doubled down on sucking the nipple closest to me while reaching over to tug on his other nipple, equally fat and perfect.
“Fucking hell.”
His hand went to his thick, weeping cock, stroking it, stretching the foreskin over the fat head. Horny and needing more, I gave him a final, sharp suck before climbing up to make out with him.
We did that for a while, kissing as we learned each other’s bodies. Finally out of oxygen, I pulled back. Damn, he had a good mouth.
“So, if I really wanted to worship your pretty nipples, I’d have to pull out some coconut oil and some toys, maybe edge you for a bit.” I popped my brows, hopefully looking sensual and not slightly obsessed.
