Your tongue was eagerly tending to my clit, yet my hard dark pink nipples were yearning for the same attention. They wanted to be hot and wet while they were still firm.
I slid my hand beneath my pillow to prop my head. This was going to bring my own mouth closer to my chest in hopes of feeling a mouth on a tit. You looked down your nose and across the glimmering tuft at the top of my pussy. Noticing the look in my eye, you slowly glided your hand from under my ass, up along my hip, across my bare ticklish belly until reaching the tender underside of my right breast. With an extended tip of my head, you were able to feed me my own hard nipple.
Your sucking intensified. My squirming was not any indicator I wanted you to stop. You sucked until I yelped and twisted my hips sideways. The sudden blast of wetness provided comfort in letting you know you were doing all the right things in just the right way.
Your hand never left my tit, and you never stopped trying to feed me to myself. You grabbed it to force the swelling, almost like I might if I was holding your cock. Instead, you let me fondle it with my foot. The harder you became, the more wet I became.
When it was no longer possible to keep my head tilted so far, I reached for your hand, brought it back to the tip of my breast and cupped my hand in place over yours. You squeezed it and moaned with your mouth still firmly in place. I grabbed tighter. You responded with a pinch of my nipple to the extent you believed to be a hard grip.
With that same nipple between your thumb and knuckle, I surrounded your fingers with mine and pinched twice as hard. Your eyes widened at what you perceived should be painful. My smile and groan said otherwise. When you pinched hard enough, I let go of your hand and began running my fingers slowly through your thick sexy mane.
