I kissed the swell above her bra, licking at the skin with soft little flicks.
“I like that.”
So I repeated it on the other side, touching her smooth belly and her sides, running my fingers underneath the bottom of her bra.
I almost died when she put her hands round her back and snapped her bra open, pulling it off and leaving her tits bare.
“Fucking hell, Kit.” I looked up at her, pretty sure I was dying here and halfway up to heaven.
“I like having my nipples sucked. I like having them touched and pinched. You don’t have to be soft or gentle, although I sometimes like that too.” She captured my hands and put them on her breasts, each one just smaller than a handful.
It had been a long time since I’d last blown my load in my trousers. Today could break that spell.
I toyed with her nipples, running my thumbs over them while cupping the underside with my hands, feeling their weight, seeing her nipples tighten into tempting peaks.
I glanced up at her; her mouth was slightly open, eyes watching me begin to worship her breasts.
I kept watching while I took a nipple in my mouth, gently sucking it and eliciting a moan from her. My hand played with the other, pinching it into a harder point, still watching her expression.
“I want you to touch me.”
I let go of her nipple with my mouth. “Where? Tell me?” I knew exactly where she meant, I wasn’t that much of an innocent.
“My pussy. I want your fingers there.” She started to undo the zipper on her shorts, losing them to the floor, leaving her covered in just a small, simple white thong.
I cupped her centre with my hand, feeling wetness seeping out. She started to move her hips, so I flicked a finger under them, taking that first touch.
“You’re soaking.” I played a finger at her entrance, desperate to touch and find out how tight and wet and warm she was.
“You’ve turned me on.”
I pulled my hand away, putting both on her hips and sliding her thong down, exposing her bare pussy, her clit slightly visible.
“Fuck.”
“Later. Let’s just use this as a warmup.”
Her eyes were heavy and full of lust, her hands bracing against my chest.
I rubbed my middle finger from her clit to her entrance and back again, using my other hand to pluck at her nipple which made her gasp, a sound which resulted in my cock growing ever harder.
“Finger me, Nick. Get me off with your hand.”
I pushed a digit into her, then a second, watching how she started to ride my hand. I bent my wrist so the heel of my hand grazed her clit and moved my mouth back to her tits.
My own hips moved slightly, taking the same rhythm as hers, wishing I was inside her already.
“This feels so good. There, where your fingers are - ” Her back arched and I felt her centre tighten.
My finger rubbed against that little nub of dots on her pussy wall; her G-spot. I’d read enough about it, heard Rowan waxing on about it once and Jude asking him seventy questions.
“You look fucking gorgeous.” She did; she looked wild and free and beautiful, riding my hand. “And you feel, fucking hell, Kit, you’re going to strangle my cock when it’s inside you.”
I moved my fingers faster, taking my other hand away from her breast and rubbing her clit, her cream getting rid of any friction.
“I’m going to come!”
Her legs tensed, her hips stilled and I felt the rapid fluttering of her centre, her wetness increasing, her cry soft and lovely and holy fuck, I could make this girl come all day, every day, forever.
