She dips her chin to her chest and watches my finger run between her tits. Her eyes lift back to mine.
“Does it bother you?” she asks, clearly unsure herself.
I bend and lay a kiss against her lips. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”
“O-okay,” she breathes.
Smiling, I pull back
and slip the shirt over her head. Sliding a finger under the straps of her bra over her shoulders, I slowly move them down her arms. The cup slackens against her breasts, and I help them along by pulling them down. A feast is revealed, and my mouth fucking waters at the sight.
Remi’s chest stills as I lean down and run my tongue over the tip. Her nipple instantly hardens and the plump mound jiggles when she sucks in a breath and releases it on a rush. I don’t suck like I’m dying to, just flick my tongue against the firm bud. A drop of milk forms on the tip, and I lick it away. It’s sweeter than I expected. In some countries, it’s becoming more common for men to nurse from women—there’s even a few establishments that offer breast milk straight from the source. While a few drops here and there wouldn’t faze me, more than that would be too much.
I palm her other breast, being gentle with my ministrations, as I continue to lightly play with the other with my tongue. Remi moans and shifts restlessly under me, and I love that she’s enjoying this. I move over to the other nipple and give it the same careful treatment.
“Please, Trouble,” she cries softly. “I need….” Her words trail off.
I peek up at her. “What do you need?”
Her eyes flutter closed, but then she opens them again. “I d-don’t know. I just need something.”
Sitting back on my heels, I scoot her down until her thighs sit on top of mine, elevating her slightly. I glide my hands down her smooth legs. Her breath hitches and her eyes dart down when my hands reach the apex of her thighs.
“Touch me,” she whispers on a breathless moan.
Slipping my thumbs underneath the edge of her shorts, I skim them across her damp panties.
“Here?” I taunt and add pressure.
Her lips get caught between her teeth again and she nods.
“More. But….” She grabs my hand and guides it under her panties, and fuck me, if my dick doesn’t expand more. “There.”
My finger slides through the folds of her slit until I find the opening. A guttural growl leaves my throat when her walls clamp down on me. I pull my finger free and bring it up to her clit. Her mouth drops open and she lets out a low cry. I rub the nub in circles then pinch it.
Watching the expressions on her face almost feels as good as touching her. Her face is beautifully flushed, and her gorgeous eyes, hooded with desire, sparkle in the dim light of the living room. She’s absolutely stunning in the throes of passion.
Reaching down, I yank on my sweats and push them down past my balls. My cock springs free, and I swear it weeps in relief. Too bad the fucker is going to be disappointed with just feeling my hand.
I palm my long length, and hiss out a breath. With my fingers still playing with Remi’s soaked pussy, I stroke myself. A bead of pre-come gathers at the tip, and I smear it over the head.
Remi looks down her body and her eyes lock on my hand stroking myself. Her eyes bounce back up.
“Are you going to—”
I shake my head before she’s finished. “Not this time, baby.”
As much as I want to make love to her, it’s too soon. I need to give her more time to get used to the idea of being intimate again. I refuse to rush this, especially when I want much more than just her body.
Disappointment flashes in her eyes, and I almost change my mind. Only knowing she may regret it in the morning keeps me from shoving down her clothes and mounting her.
I keep a steady glide on my cock as I alternate from fucking her with my finger and strumming her clit. I add a second finger and her hips jerk, then buck off the couch, chasing my fingers. Her breath stutters and her hand flashes out to grip the back of the couch. Keeping two fingers inside her, I use my thumb against her clit. Her voice is hoarse when she lets out a low cry. Her inner muscles grip my fingers and her body stiffens when her release hits.
I fist my cock faster, feeling the first tingles in the base of my spine. I swell even more. Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I lean over on a fist beside her waist, just as the first jet of come leaves me. I grunt and let out a long breath as intense waves of pleasure filter through every part of my body.
Looking down, I see my come all over her stomach. I want to smear it in and mark her with it, never letting her wash it away.
I lift my head and see her looking down at me, a lazy, sated look drooping her blue eyes. Bending low, I settle my lips against hers.