My breathing slowly relaxes as I watch you finish. Your are tenderly licking around the curve of the head when you look back up at my eyes. You get up and move on top of me once again. Sitting on my torso, you tilt your body down and kiss me gently on the lips. After a few, I open my mouth and accept your tongue. I can taste myself and your juices as our tongues play together. It's intoxicating. My hands move up your thighs and start to rub your tummy and sides just above your waist, occasionally slipping my fingers under the bottom of your shirt. You stop the kiss and smile; leaning back so you are sitting up for me to see you, you move your hands down your body slowly, gliding your palms over your curves, all the way down to your waist. You gently grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it up a little. I lightly push you back some as I raise my legs up and bend them so you can lean back against my thighs. My finger tips softly rub your skin as it is exposed from you lifting your shirt higher and higher. When you get high enough so that I can see the bottom curve of your breasts, my hands move quicker than your shirt, and they reach out for them. Holding them in my hands, my fingers softly knead, squeeze, and caress them. Following the curves of your chest, you pause with raising your shirt to enjoy my hands. My thumbs glide over your stiffened nipples. I move my thumbs over the little buds, teasing them, pushing them around a little, circling around their edges. You let go of your shirt, letting it fall and cover my forearms. You lean back against my thighs completely now and close your eyes. Your hands reach out to rub along your thighs, and occasionally a hand glides over my abbs.
I continue fondling your chest. I can feel the warmth from my hands and your body mingling in your breasts. Your breathing has changed to soft sighs now. I maneuver my hand so they are cupping your breasts, giving them a squeeze from the sides. It pushes your nipples out against your shirt. I lean up and gently bite your left nipple through your shirt, I can feel your body jump a little and a faint moan escapes your lips. I hold it in my teeth and move them around a little, grinding it a little. Not enough to make it painful, but just enough to feel like some one is lightly twisting it and pulling on it. One of your hands comes up and rubs my bare back. Your finger nails scratch down my skin, leaving faint red marks that'll be gone by morning. I move over and lightly bite and grind your other nipple. I tilt my body back and watch your face as I move my thumbs up to rub around on your nipples, soothing them from the attention they were just getting. I slip my hands out from under your shirt, dragging my finger tips along your tummy, until my hands get to your waist. I look at your face and I see you smile again, lightly biting your lower lip as you wait for me. I grab the bottom of your shirt and slowly pull it up your body. I get high enough to expose the bottom curves of your breasts again, and I lean in to softly kiss the skin just below them. I keep lifting your shirt up, but I pause when your entire upper body is open. Your neck and lower half of your face is exposed too. Your arms arm still caught in the sleeves, and your eyes are covered by the shirt. I surround you with my arms, but keep hold of your shirt so you can't pull your arms out or see what I'm doing.