“These might be the most beautiful tits I have ever seen,” he muttered. “So much better than I imagined. Oh, have I ever imagined taking these nipples between my fingers, stroking them, loving them, tweaking them.” His actions followed his words, as he slowly ran his fingers over her pert nipples, letting them pebble under his touch. Taking each between his forefinger and thumb he pinched each one. Drea felt a bolt of lust shoot through her, and she moaned as he continued.
“More than anything, though,” he said, lowering his head, “I’ve pictured myself burying my face in them. Getting lost in your cleavage, sucking on each nipple until you cried out my name and begged for my cock.” Just as he finished his words, he drew in her left nipple, sucking hard. She gasped in pleasure, rocking her hips as he continued to suck, never letting up on playing with her right one either.
“Kyle,” she groaned.
“Yes, sweetness?” he said, from around her nipple.
“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”
“Never, baby.” He briefly unlatched himself, but only long enough to switch sides, taking up his oral assault on her right side now. This was better than any of the one-handed sessions that he’d had through the years. Actually holding her, feeling her heat against his cock as he worshipped her glorious breasts was like nothing else. He could stay like this all night long.
She was rocking against him at a pretty good pace now, and he wasn't sure if he should reach down in between them and help push her over the edge. He wondered just how wet she was. If he reached into her bikini bottoms would he find that she was ready and wanting? He had to know.
He removed his hand from her left breast, and slowly traced his way down her body toward her pussy. She slowed her hips as he neared her suit line, waiting for him to breach the line. Slipping his hand down into her suit, his hand was quickly met with his answer. Her pussy was warm and slippery with her desire. His middle finger easily found her clit, ever so slightly sweeping across it, causing her to cry out.
“Kyle!” she breathed out heavily. “Take me inside. Please.”
Drea wasn’t entirely sure what fantasy planet she was on at the moment, but she was sure that she didn’t want to ever return from it. The feel of Kyle’s lips against hers, and all those things he was doing with his hands—she read about things like this in books, but she had been so sure that people didn't really experience these kinds of feelings.
Kyle pulled his mouth away from her nipple, returning his mouth to hers. He kissed her slowly, brushing his finger across her wet center again, resulting in her gasping into his kiss. Freeing his hand from her shorts, he shifted so that both his hands were under her butt, supporting her as he stood up. Wrapping her legs around his torso, she kissed him harder, pulling him close so her bare breasts brushed up against his shirt. Turning toward her cottage porch, he started to make his way to the gate.
“Wait,” she said, pulling away quickly. “The blanket!”
“I’ll come back for it later.”
“But what if my uncles see it? I don’t want to have to explain why my bikini top is just hanging out by itself.”
Kyle wanted to argue, but she made a good point. He didn’t want to give anyone any reason to come near the cottage right now. “It’ll require putting you down.”
She grumbled in response, but unhooked her legs and slid down his body. Running over to the blanket, her beautiful breasts jiggling as she moved, she folded up the blanket, not bothering to clear the food and plates off of it. Kyle took it from her, leaning down and kissing her.
“I enjoyed watching you do that way too much,” he said, a sly smile on his face. “Seriously Dre, your tits are a dream.”
She blushed, biting the corner of her bottom lip. She loved hearing him say that; it excited a part of her deep inside, a part of her that she really, really wanted to act on. Grabbing his hand, she turned and opened the gate to step up onto the porch. Another few steps and they were entering her living room via the French doors. Kyle dropped the blanket, dishes and all, as soon as they were inside and the door was closed. He picked Drea back up again and immediately returned to assaulting her nipples with his mouth.
Each swipe of his tongue sent a bolt of lust down her body, straight to her center. Her nipples were so sensitive and he seemed to know exactly what to do to them. She could feel her heartbeat thrum through her entire body and her sex pulsed with every beat. Arching her back, forcing her breasts closer to his mouth, she wiggled her hips against his, trying to find the friction she needed. Kyle laughed lightly as she did so, thrusting slightly into her gyration, teasing her.
“Trying to tell me something, sweetness?” he asked, his eyes dark with need.
“Bedroom,” she growled.
“As you wish.” He kissed her, lightly at first, then harder as he started to make his way to the bedroom. He covered the small cottage in just a few steps, kissing his way down her neck and across her clavicle. Thankful the door was already open, he stepped inside and closed the door with his foot. When he reached the bed, he laid her down slowly, leaning over her.
“Lights?” he asked.
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
“This is about you, sweetness. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“How about the little lamp on the nightstand? So it’s not too bright, but I can still see you.”
He reached over and turned the switch on the lamp. A low, soft light illuminated their faces but not much else. He nudged her over making room for him to join her on the bed.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she answered, smiling. Reaching back out for him, pulling him back in for a kiss, she let her hands wander up his shirt, feeling all his hard muscles underneath. “This needs to come off.”
Without any hesitation he sat up enough to pull off his shirt and rolled over and rested on his hands so he hovered over her. She reached up, gliding her hands across his pecs and down his abs. She reached for the hem of his board shorts, pulling at the drawstring.
“Ladies first,” he said, sitting back on his haunches, pulling off her bikini bottoms, revealing her smooth, completely bare mound. “Oh, fuck,” he exhaled.
“What?”
“You’re bare.”
“I wear a swimsuit all day, waxing is just easiest.”
“I don’t care about the reason,” he answered, still staring at her sex. “But it’s a fucking dream come true.”
He ran his hand up the inside of her right thigh, before running it back down her left. She shivered at his touch, waiting for him to move closer to where she wanted him. He cupped her center and ran his palm down it, coating his whole hand with her wetness. She groaned as he made contact, shifting herself trying to find his hand again. She felt as if she would explode if he didn’t touch her soon. Spreading his fingers, he rubbed up and down her folds, creating a V around her clit. When he finally made the contact she needed, she whimpered every time he hit the sensitive little nub, fueling him on.
When she felt him slide two fingers inside her, she bucked her hips. He leaned over her and started sucking on her nipples again, heightening everything she felt tenfold. She could feel the start of an orgasm forming in her belly and she couldn’t believe that it was really happening. Was she really going to come at the hands of someone other than herself? Continuing to stroke her inside and out, Kyle’s thumb found her clit again and that was all Drea needed to be pushed over the edge.