Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
Grabbing the back of my shirt I start to lift it over my head. “Slower… make me want it, Brooks.” I slow, the shirt raising slightly over the trail of hair leading below my waist, up my abs, slowly cresting my chest and then over my head as I toss it aside.Ocean eyes trail up my body, finding my own and I have to swallow at the intensity in them. She’s enjoying this. I give her my best smile and watch a shiver run down her arm. I’m not the only one affected.
“Pants next. Slowly.” I follow her direction, starting to shed my sweatpants. I’ve gotten them halfway down my ass when I pause. “Stick your hand in and stroke yourself, like you’re priming yourself just for me. Like you want me and have to touch yourself because you can’t wait a second longer with all the lust pooling in your body for what we’re about to do.” My sweats tighten around me as I grow thicker, just hearing the dirty words spill from her mouth. She’s making me crave her. It’s exactly what she’s doing. The sinful thoughts from time and time again crash into my brain and paint a beautiful picture of filthy sex.
“So hot, Brooks. Now pull them down.” My dick springs free within my boxers as I pull my sweats down my thick thighs, bending as I push down and shuffle out of them. Looking up at her with a wicked grin as I did so. Her tongue darts, wetting her lips, and memories of my first blowjob flood my mind—her on her knees, mouth parted, begging to taste every bit of me.
“Here’s the good part.” She rubs her hands together, and a laugh slips from between her luscious lips. Her eyes linger on my boxers. She bites her bottom lip, and I hold back the groan I’m dying to let sneak out.
“Any special way I need to take off my boxers, or can I just take them off?”
“Nope, just let the beast free, Brooks. Let him out to play.” I roughly slide my hands to each hip and shoved my boxers down, my dick springing free and wagging up and down. Appreciating the perusal Mia is giving him.
Mia walks across the room and slowly climbs her way up the bed, ever so slowly. Teasing the fuck out of me. Making sure that my full attention is on the luscious globes of her ass. My hands itch to reach out and touch her, but we’re playing by her rules tonight and I don’t want to risk any reason for her stopping. I’m in lust mode, and I want her. Badly.
“Come kiss me, Brooks.”
“But you said no kissing?”
“I meant no lip kissing. Kiss me here.” She points to the delicate line of her cheekbone, and I oblige. Hovering over a spot lower on her neck, my lips press there as well. I place more kisses to her neck and down her collarbone. Her skin seems to vibrate with excitement below me. My lips meet her chest through the lace she wears, and it’s translucent enough that I can see the tips of her nipples.
I’m aching to touch her, wanting to slide my thumb across those full breasts I long to kiss.
“Touch me, Brooks. I need your hands on me. Make me feel like you want me. Like you’re craving me so badly that you can’t wait to do the naughtiest things to me.” My hands find her lace-covered breasts and I massage them like it’s second nature.
Her nipples peek below my hands as my thumb and forefinger rub them slowly. The urge to feel her skin to skin overwhelms all my thoughts, but I won’t without permission.
Continuing my ministrations, I allow my hand free reign to roam down her ribcage and over her stomach, stopping right above where I want to let me hand drift. Sliding down over her panty clad core, I feel the heat burning through it. My fingers slip lower, meeting with her wetness.
I was making her wet with just my touch and kissing? A soft moan escapes her lip. Gazing up her body, I find a blue lust-filled gaze looking back at me.
Pulling at the lace garment slowly, I wait for any sign of her to tell me no. When she doesn’t, I continue my journey, exposing soft skin as I go. Her stomach is perfection. She doesn’t have abs, and there’s a slight layer of softness. I let the lace ride up over her chest, exposing dusty pink rose buds. They’re perfect in size and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting them. She lifts up, helping me pull the lace over her head and tossing it away.
My eyes roam over her half-naked exposed body. Rainbow hair in pinks, blues, and purples fans out a bright contrast again my navy pillows. A few locks fall to her breasts, and I reach out to push it away, wanting to see all of her. Her gaze catches mine when I look at her. Fire burns brightly in her eyes. “Tell me what you want to do to me, Brooks. Talk to me.”
“I’m not sure where to start, but I want to put my mouth here.” My fingers linger down, swirling her peaked nipples.
“Then do it,” she taunts me.
I let my mouth envelope one taut nipple, running my tongue over it gently, caressing it. A moan escapes her as she arches her back, giving me better access. She’s enjoying what I’m doing, so I continue, only this time I reach up with my hand to tease and pinch her other nipple.
Leaning over, I lick my way up the path between her breasts, eliciting tiny goosebumps to litter her body. Peppering kisses down each rib and over her stomach. Pressing one small kiss above and below her navel and then continue. I crest the top of her panty line and wait for approval.
Finding her hips, I slip my fingers in the corners of her thong.