This is amazing.
He runs his thumbs back and forth across the nipples, teasing me into a heightened state of arousal. Not that I need much encouragement. The moment he touches me my body takes notice. But this is a sensual assault because my breasts are incredibly sensitive.
“You like that, angel?” he asks softly.
“Mm, yes.”
“I’d love to strip you down, one inch at a time, lick you from head to toe.”
I shudder just thinking about it.
“But it’s too cold for that,” he says. “So, I’ll settle for this.” He lifts my hoodie and T-shirt together, bunching them up over my breasts without pulling them over my head. It’s awkward, but before I can complain, he nuzzles my cleavage. Then he tugs the fabric of my bra up, allowing my breasts to pop free. Without a word, he sighs and sucks one nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” I hiss out the words because my sensitive nipple immediately hardens into a tight little peak. Using his teeth, he tugs gently, just enough pressure to make me squirm without hurting me. Then he uses his tongue to soothe the hardened point.
“Yum,” he whispers before moving to the other breast. He licks and sucks, nibbles and bites, going back and forth until I’m whimpering with need.
“West, please!” I cry softly.
“You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you,” he growls. “But even though we can’t, we’re taking this to the bed.” He lifts to his feet still holding me, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
He walks us into the bedroom, kicks the door shut with his foot, and drops me onto the bed.
Chapter
Eleven
West
I look around the dark bedroom, trying to decide what we’re going to do. Since intercourse is off the table, we have lots of other options, but there’s also the issue of getting naked in this freezing bedroom. We’re good if we can stay under the covers, though.
“Is there a towel nearby?” I ask.
“In the closet,” she replies, pointing.
I reach into the closet and grab a towel I can’t really see in the darkness but it doesn’t matter.
“Do we need a candle?” I ask.
“All I need is for you to get in this bed,” she grumbles.
I chuckle, sliding under the covers and pulling her into my arms. Her bare breasts are pressed against my shirt, while her shirt, hoodie and bra are still bunched under her arms. It looks uncomfortable.
“Are you too cold to take this off?” I ask.
“Not if you’re holding me.”
I tug the offensive articles of clothing over her head and then slide my sweats and boxers off beneath the covers. It’s kind of funny that I’m bare on the bottom and she’s topless but I just want to touch her.
“When was the last time you gave a hand job?” I ask with a chuckle.
She giggles. “Uh… High school?”
“Then I guess you’re about due.”
We laugh together as I pull her on top of me so I can kiss her some more. She’s so damn sweet, her lips are like heaven. I could kiss her forever, which is weird for me because while I enjoy kissing, it’s not my favorite thing. I’m a breasts guy, and hers are incredible. Not only are they a perfect, perky handful, they’re extremely sensitive, which I love. I could spend hours touching and kissing them.
If I’m honest, I could spend hours doing anything with her.