so-hard tip.
“Yes,” she answers with a catch of her breath.
“Your nipples sensitive?”
“Not usually.”
Because Thom, the dipshit, didn’t take the time to arouse all her erogenous zones.
“Hmm. They must be pretty,” I croon. “They’re so firm and taut.”
I demonstrate by pinching one. Masey wriggles in my lap. She’s killing me with her breathy little moans and that pretty ass. I don’t know how much more I can take…but it’s too delicious to give up. And most important, she’s not thinking about the fact that we’re here in her rented bedroom to have pre-scheduled sex. In her mind, we’re together in a bar, and I’m with her because I care only about her pleasure.
Given her lousy experiences, this is a good place for her mind to be.
“I-I never thought about my nipples.”
And I’m hardly thinking about anything else right now. I’ll see them—and study them, touch them, taste them—in good time.
“I’m sure they’re luscious. Are they symmetrical?” I slide one hand out from the back of her dress, then insert the other, easing around to the front and cupping her other breast.
“I d-don’t know. I think so.”
With a slow drag, I thumb her other nipple. “If I can get both hands on them at once, I’ll find out. I’ll do my best to make sure no one sees.”
Thank fuck the fabric of her dress is stretchy and easily accommodates the first hand joining the second around her ribs and kneading her breasts. No question, they’re definitely symmetrical and capped with stiff tips that I’ll bet are so engorged they’re red. And I’m equally sure they’ll be sweet as fuck in my mouth.
I pluck them between my thumbs and fingers, elongating and tugging gently. Her wriggling on my lap starts in earnest again.
“More.” Her voice breaks.
“Are you sure they’re not sensitive? They feel that way to me. Every time I touch you”—I glide my fingertips over the hard crests again, earning another gasp—“I swear they get harder. You feel that, right?”
“Yes.” She digs her nails into my thigh. “I do.”
“You’re definitely sensitive, honey. Very.” I slide my lips against her ear. “I’m betting that a lot of what you thought about your body and the way it works isn’t true.”
She squirms again. “I’m wondering if you’re right.”
I absolutely am. But if she needs more convincing, I have all night to prove my point.
Rubbing and tweaking her nipples between my fingers, I ply my lips at her neck, nip at her lobe, breathe across her skin. Like before, her breaths turn audible. She writhes and tries to press her thighs together for relief, but with her legs still tangled with mine, I don’t let her.
“Trace,” she pants.
The sound of her arousal is so heady.
“Honey?”
“I don’t think I can take much more of this. I ache. I need—”
“Shh. We’re doing all we dare here at the bar now. Besides, I don’t think you’ve ever been truly aroused in your life. I’m going to change that.”
“I’m aroused now. Really.”
More than usual, sure. But… “I’m not convinced you’re aroused enough.”
“It’s more than I need. I swear. Can’t we leave here, go somewhere alone, and take our clothes off?”
Masey is more assertive than I thought she’d be. I give her points for going out on a limb. But I also think her courage is a measure of her growing trust in me. She wouldn’t risk telling me how she feels if she believed I’d only shoot her down, like Thom.
“If that’s what you want…”
She nods emphatically. “Please.”
Once we drop the pretense of being in public, I suspect things between us will heat up—fast. “I need a few minutes to finish this beer and close out the tab.”
“Trace…” She sighs in frustration.
“I’ll make it worth the wait. I promise,” I whisper in her ear. “Hey, the guy in the corner is gone. You still wet for me?”
“Yes.” Then she turns to look at me over her shoulder. Even in the shadows, I can tell her lips are swollen and her cheeks a scorching pink. But it’s her dilated eyes that grab me by the cock and squeeze. “Want to check?”
I can’t resist smiling at her. “Oh, I plan to.”
With one last tug of her nipple, I snake one hand from inside her dress and feel my way down her body, up under her skirt again. I skim an unerring path to her sex. If I thought she was wet before, she’s drenched now. And so swollen she’s downright puffy with need.
One touch of her clit earns me a wrenching