Bree emerges from the bathroom in her sleep shorts and a loose shirt, which hangs over her big, taut nipples. I can’t help a groan when she appears, and I hop off the bed in just my boxers to meet her.
“Please,” I say to her, pushing my cock down where it tents my boxers. “Can I please play with your tits?”
Bree blinks, then a grin splits her face.
“Sure.”
I pick her up and she squeaks in response, wrapping her legs around my waist. My eyes practically roll back in my head at the sensation of my junk rubbing up against her there, even with three layers of clothes between us.
“I can’t wait to be inside you again,” I murmur as I carry her over to the bed and lower her to the blankets. “And put a fawn in you. Again.”
Bennett and Jack watch me as I grab her shirt by the hem and tug it up and over her head. Bree raises her arms until it’s off and her bared breasts are exposed to the world.
Fuck yes.
I don’t waste any time leaning down and taking one fat nipple in my mouth. I suck on it like I imagine our fawn doing someday, and I think I’m dripping pre-cum into my boxers. Oh well.
Bree lets out a mousy noise of pleasure as I grab her other breast in my hand and squeeze it.
“These are so great,” I tell her, releasing her nipple. “Hottest tits I’ve ever seen.”
“Only tits you’ve ever seen,” pipes up Bennett.
I throw him the middle finger, and he snort-laughs.
“I want a try,” I hear Jack say over my shoulder. I glance up at him, and his eyes are locked in on Bree’s breasts, too.
I scoot aside for him, and he uneasily takes my place on the edge of the bed. Bree is staring right up into his face, her expression uncertain. I think for a moment that maybe she’s not comfortable with him yet, and we’re moving too fast.
But then, Jack lowers his head toward hers and asks in a voice I can barely hear, “Can I kiss you?”
“You can do more than that,” she says in answer.
Then he leans in and their mouths meet.
Jack
Damn, Bree tastes good. Her lips are so soft that I just want to eat her all up. But I don’t want to get too lost in her, either, because I have things to do.
I’m going to suggest we take things a step further tonight, and I’m eager and anxious to see how she responds.
Once her lips are well-loved, I release them and move my kisses downward, over her cute chin, along her jaw to her throat. Her back arches under me as I nip her neck, then continue peppering kisses downward until I reach her collarbone. I palm one of her big breasts, and the weight of it in my hand almost undoes me completely.
We’re waiting. I have to wait until Bree no longer looks at me like she’s unsure of me. I need her trust—I crave it. But it will take time.
I’m as gentle with her as I can be when I tease both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, peering down into her eyes. Bree doesn’t shy away, returning my gaze and seeing through me. How would it feel, I wonder, to be inside her as she looks at me this way? As she peels back my layers with only those green eyes?
Instead of chasing that fantasy, I dip downward, trailing more kisses along her sternum. Then I lock my lips around her breast, tonguing the nipple and gently biting it. Bree moans, and I think she likes it, so I do it again, soothing it with my tongue after each nip.
“Bree,” I ask suddenly, because I want to know what my options are for tonight. I want to make her come, if I can. “You said vaginal rest?”
She gives me a confused look, then nods. “That’s what the doctor called it. Six weeks without vaginal intercourse.”
“Would it be all right if…” I almost swallow my own tongue, not sure how to put it into words. “I would like to touch you there. I won’t put anything inside you.”
Bree blinks a few times, then her mouth curls in a sweet smile.
“Sure, Jack.” The way she says my name makes me want to come right there on the spot.
