Page 146 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
And for a moment, we break apart, both stripping off jeans and t-shirts. When she reaches to undo the lacy bra she’s wearing, I catch her wrist and tell her no. And when I go to remove my new pair of glasses, she does the same.
“Sex with glasses on,” I moan, “is about as nerdy as wearing socks.”
“I like them,” she insists.
I relent and keep them on, although the damn things mist up pretty quickly as I get down to kissing my way along her neck, over her chest and down to her glorious tits.
“Fuck, these tits!” I say, taking both in my hands and squeezing them as I kiss the soft flesh there. Her spine arches and she presses herself firmly into my grip. Despite my ability to see fuck all, I’m ripping down the lacy cups of her bra, searching out her nipple next, ringing the soft pink skin and pinching the stiff peaks. “Fuck, I want to come all over these tits,” I murmur as I bend down to capture a nipple between my teeth.
“Ohhhh,” she moans.
“That feel good, baby girl?”
“Uh huh.”
I love a pair of tits. It’s always been the part of a woman I love the most. The way they feel in your hands, the way they move, the way they taste. The way if you play with them you can make a woman come.
But these tits? Fuck, I think they are the best I’ve ever seen, and, yeah, maybe I’ve seen a fair few pairs in my time.
Is it the tits themselves? Perfectly round, just enough weight in my hand, soft as fuck, nipples pointing up towards my mouth and begging me to suck on them.
Or is it that these tits belong to Bea? Is that what makes them so fucking special?
“You ever come from someone playing with your tits, baby girl?” I ask, as I drag my tongue slowly round her nipple, making her shiver deliciously underneath me.
“N-n-no,” she says, “I don’t think it’s possible. For me anyway. I mean it feels good but– OH!”
I flick her nipple hard with the tip of my tongue and she loses the ability to speak.
I like a challenge. I like to win a challenge even more.
She says she can’t come from a bit of nipple play. Yeah, we’ll see about that!
I move to the other tit. “Is this one feeling neglected, baby? Does it need my attention too?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hands tight in my hair, my topknot coming loose.
“Well, that’s no good, is it? Let’s see what I can do.”
I squeeze at the tit I’ve just been teasing, pinching her nipple between my finger and my thumb while I take the other in my mouth, sucking on it hard, then lathering it with my tongue.
She squeals and I smell the aroma of her slick. I know I can make her come this way. Fuck, the little thing is so sensitive to my touch, I bet I could make her come in just about anyway I wanted.
I continue this little game, flicking and nibbling at one nipple, while I pinch and pull on the other. Then I swap, pausing as I do, to bury my face in her cleavage, to breathe her in and feel the softness of her skin against my cheeks.
“Fuck, fuck, I love these tits, love them so fucking much!” I growl as I nip at her nipple with my teeth.
She moans, her legs beginning to shake and her body tensing, taut as a stretched elastic band. I smile to myself, smile with a mouthful of tit, and then I flick at her nipple with my tongue, over and over again until the tension in her body snaps. She sighs, her body goes limp, her skin flushes pink and her nipple vibrates against my tongue.
So fucking good!
I flick her some more as she jolts through the aftershocks, murmuring my name as she does.
When she’s done, I lift my head and look up into her face. I can hardly see her through the fog on the glasses that are now sitting on my nose in some fucked up angle.
“Oh lord,” she says, reaching up to slide the glasses from my face. “That was …”
“I love these tits,” I tell her one more time, squeezing them both in my hands.
