woke up this morning, and it’s beginning to get painful.
I choke on the bite of Wheaties I just took as I watch Addison’s breasts bounce slightly when she sits down in the kitchen chair. She’s wearing a white terry cloth robe she insisted on bringing over here. But it’s not tied and the sight is more erotic than if she were walking around in the nude. A scrap of skin down the middle of her body, the round insides of her breasts, her tiny belly button which isn’t quite an outie, but doesn’t go very deep either, are all I can see and it leads straight down to the crease between her legs which isn’t covered by anything at all. When she moves slightly or crosses her legs, the robe will move to the side and an entire breast will become exposed.
My appetite for food is quickly dissolving into a deep hunger for her, but I’m still undecided if it’s her breasts or the slick folds between her thighs, I want to taste first.
“Would you rather have sex here . . .” I press my palms flat on the wood of my kitchen table, until it creaks slightly, then capture her eyes with my own intense stare, “or outside, on the balcony?” She laughs and her breasts bounce again.
Fuck.
I’m so hard.
No matter what we do together, my desire for this woman can never seem to get satiated.
“Um, this table because I’m not sure the neighbors could handle that kind of a show.” She takes another bite of cereal and her breasts bounce slightly as she slowly chews.
“Would you rather I bite down on your nipple or run my tongue between your legs?”
She drops her spoon, and they bounce a different way, her eyes lighting up in excitement.
Fuck.
This is torture.
“Is it possible to do both at once.”
I laugh, “Probably not, but I’ll figure something out.”
I want to suck one of those erect nipples into my mouth. I’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, but since I’ve met Addison I’ve lived practically shirtless, and since Friday night, there’s been a rare occasion where either of us had any clothes on. It’s close to midnight and she has to go to work tomorrow. Maybe my constant erection will ease up when I’m not around her.
Standing, I place my bowl in the kitchen sink and pull out an envelope from a drawer that I’ve been hiding for the past month.
“Your birthday is next month, right?”
She notices my change of subject but doesn’t protest. “How did you know?”
“I’m good like that. Happy early birthday, Green Eyes.”
She stands and meets me at the counter. Her eyes widen, then they squint. After widening again, she looks at me. “Is this . . . are these . . . are these what I think they are?”
“Two tickets to the Venice Beach taping of American Ninja Warrior.”
Her lips turn up in the biggest grin I’ve ever seen cross her beautiful face. She starts jumping up and down, and fuck, those tits just don’t stop. I can’t take it anymore.
Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. I lean my head down and pull a nipple into my mouth, gently sucking. She moans and her bare entrance gets warm and wet along my abs. “I love your tits. They bounce, they react to me, and they’re too big to fit in my hand. They’re perfect.” I run my nose along the pink peak of her nipple and kiss the large swell underneath her dark areola. I’m so hard my cock is poking out of my shorts and reaching all the way up to her backside, resting just above her ass.
Nudging the robe down her shoulders, I trail kisses along her arms as I slip it off her body.
I slide a finger along the groove of her parted cheeks, and then rub my finger along the slick wetness of her opening. She’s burning with warmth, and I’m burning to be everywhere all at once. I start to walk back to my room, but she stops me, her legs falling to the sides and sliding down my body, taking my shorts with her. She’s on her knees, her half lidded eyes looking up at me.
Fuck yeah.
I’ve been waiting all day for this promised blow job, and my hips flex involuntarily knowing she’s about to bring me into her parted lips.
Her hand encases my throbbing erection, and her tongue licks the rim. I want her to suck me in deep, but