Female's P.O.V~
He had never preferred milk. He would always say that it tasted weird. But I was going to change that mindset.
His skin glistened as he slipped into the bathtub, letting the white fur of milk turn his skin snowy. The only difference, this fur wasn't warm.
His perfectly toned body looked delightful, covered with milk. His chiseled abs and masculine chest made the whole sight more astonishing for my eyes.
A perfect delicacy.
The cold milk gave me chills. I could only imagine what his entire body felt, all soaked when I was dazed just by dipping my hand in the bathtub, filled with milk.
Coldness in the thawing season was bending my consciousness as I swayed my fingers in the bathtub beside his waist, watching him struggling to adjust to the coldness.
I sat on the edge of the bathtub, driving my palm to his face and caressing him as he consented to my touch, rubbing his face into my palm. His skin. Soft, mellow, and milky.
A few inches apart from me, I had set roses along with a glass of milk, right beside them, he rested his head.
Why? He asked. "You'll soon find out."
His chest puffed up as his breaths paced, reacting to the chilly milk, hugging his body and my warm palms, kissing his face.
He looked like an angel. So delicate yet sturdy.
Regarding him, I drove my fingers to his lips, caressing the tenderness he held in his lips.
He puckered his plump pink lips, kissing my thumb, as I further dragged my fingers down to his chest, still regarding his eyes with calmness.
He kept gazing at me as well, as I reached to his chest and caressed it, moving to his nipples.
I relished the look in his eyes. He was overwhelmed, waiting patiently for my next move.
And I waited.
As I drew my fingers over his nipples, gently rubbing them, never giving him more. I waited for him to give in to me, more and more. To give me his control. His all.
I bet he couldn't feel much, but it was enough to send shivers down his back.
I wanted him to turn antsy and when I saw him slither his body into the tub more and passionately. As if he was begging with his body for more. I twisted his nipple, turning his muffles into loud squealing moans.
It might have stung more in the cold milk.
To add more to his stimulation, I planted my warm mouth on his cold nipple, sucking it, but gently. I bet the other one was feeling alone.
He gasped and moaned, exhaling in gratification as he struggled to pull himself up and let his nipples above the milk.
Not minding his movements, I slurped and licked the milk off of his nipple, letting the air hit it. "It's like you're begging for the torture."
His moans were intoxicating and dangerous for me, arousing me more and more.
He was struggling because of my lips, in the bathtub, trying to hold the edges where I had rested my other hand to support myself.
Male's P.O.V~
I was unclothed in the cold milk. But my whole body was burning. The fact that I disliked the milk had completely disappeared from my mind. My length was twitching, and my heart was beating faster than it should have been.
I watched her lips squeeze only one of my nipples like she was trying to get some milk out of it as she accompanied her lips with her hands. Squeezing my breast.
"It is said only boys and old men can have swollen breasts. But I just turned that fact into a myth."
God! Why did she say that? It made me embarrassed, but more turned on.
I was aching to touch her, but I couldn't. I was struggling to let alone get a grip on myself. Holding onto the edges.
I moaned out her name, watching her slowly step into the bathtub and sit up on my thighs as she glided her lips to my other breast.
This time, she sucked harsher than before, biting and licking it as she twisted the other one.
I moaned and jerked my body, feeling so much at one time. She sucked my nipple like she was hungry.
Until now, only one of my nipples was sore. Now the other one wasn't left behind. She made sure I feel her for days.
When I feel the fabric of the shirt rubbing or when the air brushes against them. They'd feel numb and would sting. I'd feel her lips, her breaths, her fingers, and her domination.
She said she loves reminding me to whom I belong. She said, she always wants herself in my head, to live and breathe there.
Abruptly, she bit around my nipples, making a circle around both of my nipples. "God! Please!"
"What's God doing? It's me! Your owner."
I cried out, trying to grasp her face. But she slapped them away. "Who said you could touch me?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I gulped hard, soaking my dry throat as her lips drove to my neck.
"I didn't hear you." She whispered, squeezing my breasts and licking my neck.
"I'm. I'm sorry, mistress." She crackled.
I could feel her smirk near my ear, planting gentle kisses, after.
"Good boy." She started mildly grinding her hips on me, leaning back as she watched me moan to her hips. And I watched her, enjoying, me.
Her white shirt. Which had gotten soaked from milk. Her exposed curves, her breasts, and her tiny waist.
Her nipples. Which perked up, poking from the shirt. I was totally under her control and she very well recognized it.
But quickly she amazed me with her teeth digging into my neck.
I cried and whined from the pain, feeling her staining me more. On the other side of my neck, along my jawline, collarbone, and shoulders.
"Beautiful. I wish you could see yourself right now." I felt myself twitch more because of her words and felt myself getting more and more agitated.
But she was not even near to being done with me.
She picked up the rose and started to drive it on my chest, gliding it to my nipples, to my lips, and my face.
She watched me collect the softness of the rose inside my stomach.
I never realized softness can be as arousing as roughness can.
Furthermore, I watched her, showering the rose petals she plucked over me and felt some of them stick to my bare chest.
What is she going to do? I wondered.
And soon, she started rubbing the dry rose petals to both of my nipples, as she watched me, sitting calmly on my abdomen.
It was rough, yet gentle. I could feel her thumbs through the petals, pressing the roughness of the rose onto my stinging nipples.
Just a few minutes ago, what I presumed rose as soft and delicate, but to my new presumption, they could also be rough.
When rubbed with perfect lust. They could feel dangerous and exhilarating. They can make you love the sensation more and need it more and more.
Your body loses control, you don't realize what you should be feeling. It just feels so exaggeratedly good.
And you end up wanting more. And more. And more.
I moaned, unable to keep my eyes open. And while I was busy losing my mind, she shifted to my length.
I felt the little fabric between her thighs rubbing on my cock. It was torture. To be able to feel her yet not feel her.
She kept rubbing the petals to my nipples with the same speed, chuckling at my moans and moaning as she rubbed her clothed pussy lips around my length.
