Jesus Christ.
My thumb slowly closes around her round, pert tit out of habit, gently squeezing her. Fuck yes, they’ve gotten bigger.
“Are they bigger?”
They’re fucking soft. They’re round. They’re everything I fucking remember but slightly bigger.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Uh, yeah, they seem bigger.”
I go to remove my hand, but she stops me and places her hand over mine. “Squeeze them. They’re big, right?”
I couldn’t stop myself if Pacey was standing right here, watching. It’s instinctual. My body is made to react to this woman, to do what she tells me and feel her when presented with the opportunity.
Together, we squeeze. Her chin slightly lifts, causing her chest to fill my hand better, and I find myself losing self-control as I give her another squeeze and then another . . . and then I slide my hand over her nipple.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to tear her shirt off right now.
Or to pull down the neckline and suck her into my mouth.
To push her back on this bed and make love to her tits until she came.
“Yeah, they’re bigger,” I confirm, almost asking her if she wants me to test them in my mouth for her.
“That’s what I thought.” She pulls away, and the smallest groan pops out of my mouth in protest. She eyes me. “You okay?”
“Yup,” I squeak out and quickly slide under the covers to hide my crotch from view.
“Bigger boobs and increased libido, that’s what it says in the books. I was telling Blakely the other day, that I’m wearing out my vibrator with the number of times I use it.”
Ummm . . . what?
*Blinks*
*Blinks again*
She’s, uh . . . clears throat, she’s wearing out her vibrator?
“And the weirdest thing about it is that I come so fast now because of the increased blood flow in my vulva that you would think I don’t need a new vibrator so quickly, but, God, I’d really love one with a clit stimulator. Have you ever seen those?” She hops into bed and twirls her hair onto the top of her head, exposing the feminine slope of her neck.
“I have,” I choke out.
Her eyes light up. “Have you ever used one on a woman?” She leans forward, her breasts push together, her cleavage on full display.
Like a moth to a flame, my eyes fall to her cleavage, where the neck of her tank top dances dangerously low. All I’d have to do is lightly tug on the neckline, and I’d find her sexy nipples in my fingers.
“Have you?” she asks again, pulling my attention back to her eyes.
“Huh?”
She smiles. “Have you ever used a clit stimulator on a girl before?”
“N-no,” I answer. But fuck would I like to use one on her.
“Oh darn. I was hoping you could have given me some pointers.” She reaches over to her nightstand, turns off the light, pitching us into the dark, and then rests her head on her pillow, facing me.
I guess it’s time for bed. Don’t mind me with the half-hard cock over here.
I lie down as well and turn toward her but keep my distance for more than obvious reasons.
