I simply hook my fingers into the cups and pull them down, baring her to my gaze.
Her nipples are tight, hard peaks, begging for my attention.
I take one into my mouth, sucking hard.
She cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hands flying to my hair, holding me to her.
I lavish her with attention, my tongue swirling, my teeth nipping, until she is writhing beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then I move to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, until she is a mindless, whimpering mess.
I could do this all night.
I could spend hours just exploring her body, learning every curve, every hollow, every sensitive spot that makes her gasp and moan.
But I am a selfish man.
And I want more.
Her reaction, however, has me thinking differently. Her pleasure is now my pleasure. Making her whimper and moan is my new focus. I want to hear all the sounds she can make just with mymouth on her breast. I want to feel the way her body bucks and trembles. I want to see her lose control completely.
I settle my weight over her and take my time, sucking and nipping, until she is mindless with desire. Her hands are fisted in my hair, her hips rocking against mine in a needy rhythm that is driving me insane.
I will have that. I will have all of it.
I release her nipple with a final, slow lick and she tenses with anticipation.
I look up and watch her face as I trace a path with my tongue...
To her other breast.
Her gasp is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
I lavish it with the same attention, and she responds just as beautifully, if not a bit more desperately. Her back arches, her fingers tighten in my hair, her breath hitches.
She is so responsive, so alive. It is intoxicating.
She has never had this.
No one has ever taken the time to learn her body like this.
No one has ever cared enough.
The thought brings a fierce, possessive surge of satisfaction.
I am the first.
I am the only one who will ever see her like this.
The only one who will ever make her feel like this.
I continue my slow, deliberate exploration of her body, my lips and tongue tracing patterns on her the soft skin of her breast, until she is trembling, her entire body strung tight with a desperate need. She is a live wire humming with an energy that is all for me.
I could do this forever.
But I want more.
I want to taste all of her.
