You're lying behind me, one of your hands cupping my breast, with your mouth on my shoulder. My body writhes against yours, hips bucking back and then from side to side to grind over you. Your other hand reaches inside me, like a pearl diver trying to pluck at the treasure locked between two shells with slippery fingers. I draw the hand that was recently circling my nipples up to my mouth to suck on your fingers, moaning as my tongue traces your palm.
Your hips respond with equal enthusiasm, expressed with your groans in partial protest at what I am doing to your hand, and not to various other organs. My ass pressed hard up against you, moving your hand that was so recently in my mouth to my right breast and taking the hand that was between my legs into my mouth this time.
You whisper something about how I must taste. I can tell your level of arousal by the harshness in your voice, the way it grates against my ear before you lick a line from behind my ear down to my shoulder blades, ducking to kiss down my back, slowly pulling your hand out of my mouth as I moan an objection at the loss of what was keeping me orally occupied.
Your hands on my shoulder direct me to turn to be lying on my back as you lean over me, kissing me hard, one hand groping yourself, the other on my hip, clenching and unclenching your grip unconsciously. Your kiss winds south down my neck, between my breasts, then you take my left nipple in your mouth and my right in your hand.
I moan, holding the back of your head in one hand and digging my nails into your shoulder blade with the other. You respond to my nails by using more of your teeth which just makes me moan louder, pressing the back of your head harder against my chest, while gently tugging on your hair. Your tongue swirls around my nipple making my eyes roll back in my head, before you pause to switch breasts.