inching more and more of it up to reveal more skin to toy with. I feel her chest heave against mine as she trails soft, moist kisses from my lips to my ear lobe. Now, I know I’m in danger of losing it.
I feel her hot breath against my earlobe and her tongue begins to torment the soft flesh by dancing in circles. “Fuck, Bree.”
In haste, I jerk her shirt up and rip it over her head exposing her black bra. The yielding, milky flesh juts out from the cups begging for release. I dive down, planting my open mouth on each mound. I feel her tense and sigh with anticipation of my next move.
To calm her, my lips seal hers as my hands skillfully reach around her back to unclip her bra setting her breasts free. Her bra drops to the floor and my hand slides from her back to the front tucking itself under her breast. My thumb makes a sweeping motion across her pink nipple. Her mouth leaves mine and her head drops back. “Oh!”
Fuck me. I’ve hardly touched her and the sounds coming from her mouth are pure torture.
With my other hand, I cover the other breast kneading it gently then swiping the pad of my thumb over her perky nipple.
“Oh god!” she moans. Holy fuck. If my hands are giving Bree this much pleasure, I start to wonder what my mouth can do.
My mouth covers the right nipple making a small popping sound as I cover it and then pull my lips back. “Ahhh,” she cries. Yep, I’m on to something here.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. Not planning on it.
“Fuck. You have a tongue ring, don’t you? How could I have missed that?” she shames herself. I don’t plan on telling her I take it out sometimes. I want to see what she likes better. Right now, she likes the cold metal against her warm skin. So, I’m gonna keep it in for awhile.
As I work my magic with her breasts, teasing and swirling my tongue in patterns, she tightens her grip around my waist. Her fingers move to the hairline just above my low- lying jeans in a teasing motion. It’s like she wants to make a move but is afraid to unleash what already has begun. The inner war in her head comes to an end and it’s clear what she wants.
She lifts my shirt above my head and takes a step back covering the top part of her body with her arms. Her eyes meet mine then slowly drift down to where she has removed my shirt. I think she realizes that I’m exposed, not so much physically as I am mentally. So, she drops her arms allowing me to see her as she sees me. All of my tats on my body have meaning. But, the ones I keep covered have the deepest importance. They are for me.
Bree grasps what is happening and walks forward lightly grazing her fingers across my chest. “Our flames burn as one,” she whispers.
Never before did I feel like I needed to explain anything to anyone, especially a chick. Bree is different. Before she reads in to the meaning, I blurt out an explanation.
“It’s a from a song…by the Nixons. It’s about my sister. She, um, died. So, I wanted to honor her in some way. This was our song.”
“It’s beautiful. And, I’m sorry about your sister.”
I don’t want to talk about my sister. I know she died a senseless death. And, I know Bree has probably been through some of the same shit my sister experienced. Right now, I just want to prove to Bree that she is safe with me.
I drag her in to me. We are chest to chest. Just looking in to each other’s eyes. She wipes my bangs to the side and runs a finger across my brow ring. Her finger then moves down the side of my cheek and caresses my lip where my lip ring overhangs. It’s like she is comforting me without words. Her eyes never leave mine. I know, in this moment, I am never going to let Bree go. She is mine.
My mouth covers hers and I dip my tongue in to her sweet opening. Our tongues find a comfortable rhythm. Her hands slide down my chest and reach the top button of my jeans and she flicks it open. Fuck. Where is she going with this? Wasn’t I the one supposed to be
I feel her hot breath against my earlobe and her tongue begins to torment the soft flesh by dancing in circles. “Fuck, Bree.”
In haste, I jerk her shirt up and rip it over her head exposing her black bra. The yielding, milky flesh juts out from the cups begging for release. I dive down, planting my open mouth on each mound. I feel her tense and sigh with anticipation of my next move.
To calm her, my lips seal hers as my hands skillfully reach around her back to unclip her bra setting her breasts free. Her bra drops to the floor and my hand slides from her back to the front tucking itself under her breast. My thumb makes a sweeping motion across her pink nipple. Her mouth leaves mine and her head drops back. “Oh!”
Fuck me. I’ve hardly touched her and the sounds coming from her mouth are pure torture.
With my other hand, I cover the other breast kneading it gently then swiping the pad of my thumb over her perky nipple.
“Oh god!” she moans. Holy fuck. If my hands are giving Bree this much pleasure, I start to wonder what my mouth can do.
My mouth covers the right nipple making a small popping sound as I cover it and then pull my lips back. “Ahhh,” she cries. Yep, I’m on to something here.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. Not planning on it.
“Fuck. You have a tongue ring, don’t you? How could I have missed that?” she shames herself. I don’t plan on telling her I take it out sometimes. I want to see what she likes better. Right now, she likes the cold metal against her warm skin. So, I’m gonna keep it in for awhile.
As I work my magic with her breasts, teasing and swirling my tongue in patterns, she tightens her grip around my waist. Her fingers move to the hairline just above my low- lying jeans in a teasing motion. It’s like she wants to make a move but is afraid to unleash what already has begun. The inner war in her head comes to an end and it’s clear what she wants.
She lifts my shirt above my head and takes a step back covering the top part of her body with her arms. Her eyes meet mine then slowly drift down to where she has removed my shirt. I think she realizes that I’m exposed, not so much physically as I am mentally. So, she drops her arms allowing me to see her as she sees me. All of my tats on my body have meaning. But, the ones I keep covered have the deepest importance. They are for me.
Bree grasps what is happening and walks forward lightly grazing her fingers across my chest. “Our flames burn as one,” she whispers.
Never before did I feel like I needed to explain anything to anyone, especially a chick. Bree is different. Before she reads in to the meaning, I blurt out an explanation.
“It’s a from a song…by the Nixons. It’s about my sister. She, um, died. So, I wanted to honor her in some way. This was our song.”
“It’s beautiful. And, I’m sorry about your sister.”
I don’t want to talk about my sister. I know she died a senseless death. And, I know Bree has probably been through some of the same shit my sister experienced. Right now, I just want to prove to Bree that she is safe with me.
I drag her in to me. We are chest to chest. Just looking in to each other’s eyes. She wipes my bangs to the side and runs a finger across my brow ring. Her finger then moves down the side of my cheek and caresses my lip where my lip ring overhangs. It’s like she is comforting me without words. Her eyes never leave mine. I know, in this moment, I am never going to let Bree go. She is mine.
My mouth covers hers and I dip my tongue in to her sweet opening. Our tongues find a comfortable rhythm. Her hands slide down my chest and reach the top button of my jeans and she flicks it open. Fuck. Where is she going with this? Wasn’t I the one supposed to be
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