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“Take this off,” I said, and it almost sounded like a whine. As if I was a child begging for a piece of cake. Right now I’d rather have what was under Emma’s bra than all the cake in all the world, and that was saying something because I loved cake.
Emma reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and it went sailing across the room to hang out with her shirt on the floor. Nearly every other time I’d ever seen Emma without a shirt on, I’d always looked away. I told myself it was out of respect. I rationalized it in any way I could. Now that I saw her in all her glory, I knew it was because I couldn’t handle the sight of her incredible boobs. Absolutely top notch. Eleven stars. I would write reviews of them all over the internet.
“What now?” she asked, as if I was steering this ship. I guess until now I had been.
“I want to touch you,” I said, but I didn’t know if I could actually do it. Looking was one thing. Touching was crossing a boundary.
“Then touch me,” she said, moving her hair over her shoulder. I should have put mine up before we started all this, but I couldn’t have predicted this was going to happen tonight, or any other night.
I held up my hands and looked at them. They didn’t feel like they belonged to me.
Emma reached for my hands and lifted them for me, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Gently, she placed a hand on top of each of her breasts so I could feel her soft-as-silk skin, interrupted only by the hardness of her nipples.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. Emma sighed and threw her head back, arching herself into my hands. I grazed her nipples with my thumbs, marveling at how hard they got. I’d touched a boob or two in my time, but that had been more of a cursory touch on the way to something else. I’d never paid attention like this before.
I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight. I probably could have messed with them for hours, but I wanted to makeherfeel good, so I focused my attention on stroking her nipples. She liked that, judging by her reaction.
I wanted to taste her. It was a struggle to let go of her nipples, but I needed my arms to prop myself up so I could get my mouth where it needed to be. Emma sensed what I was trying to do and leaned down.
Fuck. Me.
I took one nipple in my mouth and the sound she made went right between my legs, as if she had physically touched me.
I decided to try something and bit down lightly with my teeth before adding a little bit of suction.
“Fuck,” she said, and I felt her legs tremble in response. She definitely liked that. I kept going, doing whatever struck my fancy before moving to treat the other nipple with the same care. She was halfway bare and panting and I still had all my work clothes on. It probably wasn’t fair, but I didn’t mind. I was having the time of my life pleasuring her.
“Oh, Cal,” she sighed, and I knew I wanted her under me. I pushed into a sitting position and then pushed her shoulder until she lay down on the bed. Now it was my turn to straddle her and look down. She was incredible from this angle too.
Her nipples were wet and glistening from my mouth.
“Your turn,” she said, panting a little.
“What?” I was too busy staring at her tits and thinking about biting them. I wanted to see my teeth marks on her skin.
“Take your shirt off, Callyn,” she said, tugging at the hem of my shirt. Oh, right. I guess that was only fair. I’d have to save the biting for later.
I pulled my shirt over my head and didn’t even pause before I removed the bra as well. Might as well get it all in one go.
“You like?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. I always have,” she said, and now I was the one getting boob touches. I’d never really thought about this as a sexual thing, but the minute Emma’s fingers caressed my nipples, I thought I was going to come.
“Holy fucking shit,” I said, looking down at her in wonder.
“Good?” she asked.
“Hell yeah, do that again,” I said. She flicked one with her fingers and then pinched it just a little bit.
“Yes,” was the only word I could come up with. She gave each nipple the same treatment at the same time and I jerked as if I’d been struck by lightning.
“Noted,” she said, under her breath. Of course Emma was cataloging all my reactions. I bet there was some sort of list she had going in her head. I just hoped she didn’t actually write any of this shit down. That would be a little too weird.
“I’m going to taste you,” she said, and then she did, after waiting for a second to give me the chance to stop her. So thoughtful.
I didn’t stop her. I wasn’t going to stop her from any of her natural instincts right now. I knew Emma well enough to know she wasn’t going to, like, start nomming on my feet or something. At least I hoped not. I didn’t think I had a foot fetish . . .
My mental tangent on foot fetishes was interrupted by Emma’s warm mouth on my right nipple. That just shut down any kind of thought right there.
