“Sensitive? You said I get to taste you tonight. Does that include these?”
“There weren’t any limits on the bet, I suppose,” she gasps out.
I hum and bend my head down, taking her left nipple between my lips.
Brushing the flat part of my tongue against it, I feel her body shiver. Loving these signs of what she likes, I repeat the motion and pinch her other nipple at the same time.
She presses against me firmly. “Oh, that feels good.”
I take that as a cue to keep up the motion, and let her shift more weight against the arm I’ve wrapped around her.
“I got you.” I make my voice quiet, so she isn’t shaken out of her haze. “I love seeing you this way, Avie.”
She melts against me further as I continue playing with her nipples. I’m single-minded about her pleasure, basking in the sounds she’s making.
Finally, after another couple of minutes, she gently pulls my head off her and claims my lips with her own for a swift kiss.
“Let’s get naked,” she says after our mouths part, her voice husky.
“Mmhm.”
I don’t want her to rush to take the rest of her clothes off though. I want to savor this.
So I reach for the clasp of her shorts myself, and then going slow, slow,slow, I unbutton them. Not pulling them off her right away, I slide my hands under the now loose fabric, onto her ass.
“Do you like being touched here?” I ask as I squeeze the firm globes, bare thanks to the thong-style of her panties. She’s strong, but her skin is so silky-feeling, and I bet it’s that same porcelain color.
“I don’t hate it.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
The fabric starts to slide more, so I push her shorts down, and she shimmies them the rest of the way off.
My hands go to her hips right as she pushes forward to kiss my lips, and then I weave my fingers under the thin lace straps of her panties.
“This was a good bet,” I can’t help but tease.
“We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” She brings her hand down to cover my rock-solid bulge. “I kind of wish I had won though.”
She’s rubbing me with a good amount of pressure, and it’s suddenly hard to think straight. “Careful, Avie, it’s been too long for me to stay under control.”
“Kinda the point,” she whispers, kissing my neck.
I let myself enjoy everything she’s doing, because yeah, it’s been a long time. Having her touch me is out of this world. But then I feel myself getting too far along, and I know I better stop us.
I put my hands up on her shoulders and gently push back, putting space between our bodies.
“We can worry about me later. I want to claim my”—I glance down at her panties—“taste.”
She considers my request, nods, and then tells me her own: “Shirt off, please.”
No objection to that, I whip it off. I’m left only in my shorts. “
She takes in my chest, and then brushes a line down my abdomen with her index finger. Whatever she’s thinking, she keeps to herself.
Her head tilts up to mine as she finishes the motion.
“So, for this, do you want me to lie down on the bed, or…” she says with a grin, “doyouwant to lie down?”
It takes me a second to catch up with what she’s implying, but then the image of her riding my face takes root.
