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“Why me?”
“Innocent doesn’t strike me as your type.” Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, unconsciously I think, but it tips me over the edge all the same.
“It’s not.”Yep, definitely going to hell.“Good thing you aren’t. Come here.”
Tiff takes my hand and lets me guide her to my lap. Straddling me, she braces her hands on my chest as I pull her closer, bringing our lips together in a recreation of the first kiss we ever shared.
Plunging deep, my tongue mingles with hers, only this time instead of letting me take what I want she fights me for dominance, matching my every move. I clutch her neck to hold her in place and she threads her fingers into my hair, nails gripping at my scalp. I nip at her bottom lip, and she bites me back. Not hard enough to break the skin, but with more force than I anticipated.
Whether she’s simply mimicking what I do or testing her own limits I’m not sure, but my cock fucking loves it, swelling to near painful proportions in seconds.
Breaking away I tug my shirt over my head before peeling hers off, the need to feel her skin against mine suddenly overwhelming. But before I can pull her body flush against me my eye is drawn to the dark brown lace covering her breasts.
It probably makes me sound like a creep, but I’ve always admired her tits. They’re full and round and slightly big on her otherwise petite frame. Honestly, they’re probably part of the reason people are so protective of her, they make her look older than she is, which could attract unwanted attention.
I’ve given a warning glare to random dudes ogling her more times than I can count. Though I’m no better than they are, considering I’ve glanced at them a time or hundred over the years, especially since she doesn’t do anything to invite that attention. Yet once again the guilt I should feel doesn’t make an appearance. There’s only the urge to keep chasing what we both want.
Tiff shivers when I trace my finger along the edge of the cup. “I like how this matches your eyes.” My hand drifts lower, brushing my knuckles over the firm point of her nipple. “It looks so pretty on, but I want to see all of you.”
Her hands drift to the center of her chest, undoing the clasp that holds the cups together. Then she pulls them apart, exposing two creamy white breasts with rosy, pink nipples. Plump and perfect, I reach for one, covering it with my palm. It’s an exact fit; big enough to fill my hand but small enough that I can mold it to my touch.
Adding a second hand, I knead the mounds gently, occasionally rolling my thumbs over the nipple or pinching it between my fingers. Tiff’s head falls back as she arches her back, bracing her hands on my legs to help push her tits further into my grip.
“You like this?” My voice is scratchy as it rumbles from my throat.
“Mmm,” she hums. “I didn’t think I would, I always hated my boobs, but…”
“You hated these?” I massage them as I bring my mouth to her right breast and suck her nipple between my lips.
“They don’t fit in my clothes so well.”
“They fit in my hand just fine.” I pull the other nipple into my mouth as her giggle turns into a contented sigh. “I want to fuck these,” I say when I come up for air.
“You…what?” she gasps.
“I want to lay you out on your back and slide my cock between your tits.” I give one a playful little slap, not hard enough to hurt, just make it sway.
“Yes, please.” Her eyes fall shut as I resume fondling her.
“Christ you’re tempting,” I mutter. “There’s something else you want first though, isn’t there?” I drag my finger down her sternum until it’s resting at the top of her pussy.
Her breathing hitches as her hips rock into my touch. “Yes.”
“Hop up.” I give her a little tap on the ass, encouraging her to stand. She watches as I shimmy my jeans and boxers off, then takes my hand to climb back on my lap. With my cock standing at attention between us, she rubs her center against it as I take her lips in another searing kiss.
I’ve never seen stars from a kiss, but damn. There’s no other way to explain what it’s like to feel Tiff’s mouth pressed against mine, so tight we have to breathe each other’s air instead of our own. And yeah, the wet heat of her arousal as she rubs against my length feels phenomenal. It makes me anxious to get inside her. But not so anxious that I want to stop kissing her to make it happen.
Tiff’s soft moans brush against my lips as she rocks her pussy along my shaft, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing her to me. She lets out a breathless cry.
“You need more?” I kiss along her jaw as she tries to get her breathing under control.
“Yes.”
Holding her in place with my left arm I reach down to grab my pants, pulling a condom from the pocket. “Want to put it on me or should I do it?”
“Show me how and I’ll do it next time.”
I rip open the packet and grab my dick, holding it steady as I roll the latex on. Then my eyes find her bottomless brown ones. They’re wide with anticipation, and maybe a little anxiety. I’m close to six-three and nearly a foot taller than she is, so my package isn’t exactly Tiff-size. It makes sense that she’d be a little hesitant.
