It wasn’t frantic or frenzied like our other ones, but smooth, gentle and relaxing. Fuck me. Never.”
She laughed and traced a prefect fingernail around her nipple. I wanted to massage her other boob, pull her nipple, pinch it and twist it with my fingers. When she lowered her chest to my lips again, I turned my head to the side, motioning to her other breast. Fuck me. Rachel approached my trembling body and traced a finger down from my cheek to my neck, setting her hand on my shoulder as it moved down. I was surprised how sensitive her nipples were and loved the fact that I could give her an orgasm from touching her tits alone. Her hands were cradling my face, and I so badly wanted to hold her in my arms, run my hands along her back, bury my fingers in her hair.
Our kiss got deeper, our lips meeting with more force.
