“I didn’t mean you had to stop with your mouth.” Wendy panted. “Just, more like what you were doing before I took my bra off. Kiss them. Lick them. Tease me like you were.”
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that last since I hadn’t been teasing. But, I figured she wanted me to be more gentle and I could manage that. I could be so gentle she thought a butterfly was flapping it’s wings against her skin. And I set out to prove it.
“Yes.” Wendy hissed. “Just like that.”
She wasn’t cooperating with my attempts to caress her with nothing more than the heat wave in the air over my skin of my right hand or my tongue around her left nipple and leaned more firmly into my touch, pressing her nipple against my lips.
I discovered goose bumps on her skin and wondered if she was getting cold. It was late October and brisk enough she’d chosen to wear a thick sweater after all. Although her knee length Navy surplus pea coat had been left folded in the back seat.
“Do we need to stop?” I managed to get out as she shifted to replace nipples brushing my lips.
“No. Please.” Wendy groaned but pulled away far enough to look down at me. “Do you want to?”
I knew I should, but I didn’t. I really, really didn’t want to stop.
“No.” I said. “I don’t want to.”
“I’m so glad you said that.” Wendy smirked and leaned in to plant her mouth on mine.
I was wrong. Or rather I was right the first time. Kissing was actually my favorite contact sport. Kissing with bared breasts pressing and rubbing against my bared chest, that is.
Wendy’s hands couldn’t reach my back. At first, she cupped my face as I rested my hands on the bare flesh of her back between her prominent shoulder blades and just above the waist of her jeans. Then her fingers fell away to caress my shoulders and down my biceps, squeezing and kneading.
My hands were forced lower on her back as her caresses of me pressed them down. With my attention wholly focused on the dual sensations of her lips against mine and her taut nipples burrowing through my hair on my chest to touch skin, I didn’t notice at first that I had been shifted down to touch the beginning curve of her full ass. Once I did, I decided if she didn’t mind, I didn’t. It wasn’t as if I was grabbing or cupping the bottom of it after all.
“You feel even better than I thought you would.” Wendy broke off kissing me to whisper into my mouth.
“Yes.” I said. “Yes I do. I never dreamed anyone could make me feel this good.”
Wendy chuckled with her lips pressed against mine once more and her hands drifted to touch my pecs. I didn’t mind at first because not only did having my chest felt up feel really good, but the motions were pressing her breasts, mounding them and pressing her nipples, dragging them inwards.
Then her hands squeezed between her nipples and my flesh and I missed my new favorite things in the world for about a second until her fingers found my nipples.
Holy God and sweet suffering Christ!
I’d always thought nipples on guys were just sort of ridiculous. I mean, God is perfect and he has a reason for his designs. Or so I was taught. But, I also suspected him of having a sense of humor considering the duckbilled platypus and male nipples. I mean what possible purpose could be served by those little skin tags? I never, ever would have thought touching them might feel so damn good!