“Alright, then.” She scooted back on the mattress until she was leaning against the headboard, propped up and cushioned by the half-dozen pillows I’d nearly thrown off in my passion. She lifted the leg closest to me, clearing my head with her boot heel, then set it down on the other side of my shoulder to center me in the ‘V’ of her legs. My eyes drifted beyond her boots, up the nylon-shaped curves of her thights, to the peek of dark seams where her thighs came together. Beneath the crotch of her stocking, dark as it was, I could just make out the glint of satin panties.
She had loosened the cups on the bodice of her dress, so as she lifted her arms behind her head to grab the bars of the headboard, her nipples lifted free. “How about we start you off easy and work you up to the task. Why don’t you give my tits a little affection? That should get us both steamy.”
I couldn’t argue. I rolled over to my stomach and settled into a half-kneeling position between her legs. Each nipple received an introductory kiss; large as she was, and large as her breasts were, it was going to be awkward to switch between them. I settled on the left, kissing a perimeter around the nipple and beneath her breast, pushing the bodice out of the way to kiss the crease where her breast hung over her ribs, following the curve up to the pit of her arm and to her collar bone – I’ve made women squirm that way before.
She wasn’t squirming, but she enjoyed it. She watched me intently with those dark, glinting eyes.
