Chapter Twenty #2
“Yes, your mouth. On my tits. Now.”
I bristle at her bossiness but it’s so faint a reaction it fades almost immediately, eclipsed by the rush of more tight heat between my legs.
I dive down and take one of her nipples in my mouth.
I pause briefly, wondering if sucking is weird, because isn’t that what babies do?
But then I can’t imagine what else I could do.
Until I can. I can imagine that flicking her nipple with the tip of my tongue would feel good for her.
I can imagine grazing my teeth over the point’s tip would feel good.
I can imagine sucking as much of her breast into my mouth would feel good.
So I do all those things and so many more that aren’t even conscious thoughts, just my mouth hungry for more of her skin and my ears needy for more noises.
Eventually, she grips both sides of my face and pulls me off her chest. As I move backwards, I can see red suction marks and the imprint of my teeth on her breasts, and that does absolutely nothing to deflect my own arousal.
“Now, you,” she says and her hands come to the buttons on my shirt.
“Me?” I ask, stupidly.
“Yes. Let me see you.”
Kate holds my eye contact as she undoes the buttons on my shirt. I know what she’s asking of me with that steady stare. Are you okay? Do you want me to stop? Can I see you naked?
I don’t say anything, just hold her gaze and lick my lips.
When my shirt is unbuttoned, I see a very quick flash of disappointment on Kate’s face when she sees I’m wearing a thermal vest top underneath.
“It’s cold outside,” I say to explain.
“It’s barely autumn,” she tuts.
“I like to be toasty.”
“You want me to work for it,” she says, her eyes now fixated on the small line of my cleavage that emerges from the top of my vest. “Lucky for both of us, I’m not afraid of hard work.”
She grabs two handfuls of my vest top and pulls in opposite directions.
Much to my horror, the material tears with a loud ripping sound and my breasts are completely exposed.
Well, not completely exposed because I’m still wearing my bra but it’s an old, ill-fitting thing and my flesh spills over the tops of the cups.
Hence why I was wearing the vest, to keep them as contained as possible.
When I look at Kate’s face I see a look that is full of triumph and hunger, and her eyes are fixed down at my boobs.
“That was my favourite thermal vest top,” I mumble to try and break some of the tension in the room. It’s not that I don’t like her looking at me like that. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I think I love it.
“I’ll buy you ten more,” she mumbles, her gaze still cast downward. “Can I touch you, Sharon?”
I look down at where her thighs straddle mine, stealing another glimpse at the red silk knickers that I swear could kill me. “I believe you already are,” I say, my voice full of snark.
Kate cocks an eyebrow. “You know what I mean,” she says and then her eyes darken. “You know what I want to touch.”
She means my tits. My huge, cumbersome, often back-breaking 40GG boobs that I do everything to minimise, to hide, to conceal.
And yet, the way Kate is looking down at my breasts, her lips slightly parted, the bottom one slick with moisture, I have never been prouder, happier to own them.
“Yes, you can touch me,” I say, although my voice is more air than sound.
I half-expect Kate to rub her hands together before putting them on me, such is the greedy look on her face, but she doesn’t.
Instead I watch her take a breath and then place a hand on the middle of my chest, in between my breasts.
Her palm is cooler than I expect and it makes me suck in a rough breath.
That pulls her gaze up to mine and we hold eye contact as she starts to move her hand.
Her fingers glide to my left breast and she dives the tips under the fabric of my bra.
You don’t get silk and lace underwear for people my size.
At least not in the shops I go to. Not that I want them.
I’m just very aware of how unsexy she is probably finding my polyester bra.
And yet, when Kate’s fingers find my nipple and she pinches it, I feel anything but unsexy. Yet again, I feel like I’m on fire with desire and arousal and oh fuck, Kate’s pulling my bra down and bending her head and…
She sucks my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue flicks over the tip and I swear I’ve never felt anything so warm and so wet and so delicious in my entire life. An electric current shoots down to my cunt and I ache to touch myself.
While I may be a virgin, I’m no stranger to orgasms. I like to masturbate.
I like to come. I am familiar with the restlessness my body has when I need to climax but can’t for whatever reason, but it has never hurt before.
It has never been painful for me to not orgasm.
But now it is. Right now, as Kate sucks on one nipple and pinches the other with her hand, I’m in agony.
And my God, it’s the best pain I’ve ever experienced.
I feel like I break the chains that were holding me back as I succumb to the sweet torture of having Kate all over me and yet not exactly where I need her.
I grab hold of her, keeping her close to my body and I don’t even try to stop the long, deep moaning noises I’m making as she continues to grab me, suck me, lick me, flick me, kiss me.
“I suspected you had good tits,” she tells me when her mouth lifts off me briefly. “But I had no idea they would look so fucking phenomenal, feel so divine and fuck, taste this good.”
My cheeks heat with her praise. I almost laugh because it’s such a similar reaction to what happens when she argues with me or challenges me or is her haughty self.
“I want more,” she tells me a moment later as she takes another break. Her hands start to slide down my stomach.
I flinch. She stops.
“Oh,” she says, like she just discovered a surprising answer to a crossword clue.
“I don’t…”
Her eyes narrow on me. “I swear to God, if you’re about to tell me you don’t like your stomach, your body, I am going to throw you over my lap and spank that out of you.”
I scoff at her presumption. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t test me, Sharon Goldblatt.”
I flush at hearing her say my full name in that deliciously dark tone. And then I try to blink it away.
“No, I don’t like my body. Especially my stomach. It’s too big. It’s got all these rolls and…”
Kate grabs a fistful of one of said rolls. “These… are… delicious.” She slides back and lowers her head. She kisses my flesh there just like she did my breasts.
I’m frozen in place. I don’t know how to react. I don’t know what to think. It feels like I’ve been reading the same book over and over again, all of my life, and now suddenly Kate has literally landed in my lap and is telling me a completely different story.