My co-author is Fantasy Writer, and while our styles are different somewhat, and we write in different categories, we hope you enjoy the story.
I had surprised even myself with the forcefulness of my command. All I knew was that if I hadn't told her to stop it would have been over and as wonderful as it was I couldn't, I wouldn't allow that to happen. I blinked trying to regain my wits and I reveled in the sight of the woman before me. She was still on her knees, her legs slightly open and I watched as drops of her own pleasure began to run down her thighs onto her stockings.
Our eyes locked and where I had always perceived a look of cool indifference there was nothing cold about the beauty looking back at me. Her gaze spoke volumes and I fell to my own knees. It was like someone else was controlling my movements as I reached an arm out and grabbed her by the hair. I pulled her in close and met little or no resistance as my tongue slipped between her lips, where a second later hers joined in. We kissed passionately as my hands dropped from her hair and I freed her from the remnants of her blouse.
My mouth left hers and she issued forth an almost guttural moan as I began to kiss and nibble at her throat. Her garment gone with a deftness I never knew I possessed I placed an arm around her and with my free hand, I tugged the cups of her bra down. I stared for what seemed forever, but was really only a few moments. The firm, full tits jutting out from her chest so proudly, almost impudently, enraptured me. My mouth moved instantly to capture a breast and I began to flick at its already engorged nipple with my teeth and my tongue, bringing forth a delicious shiver of ecstasy from my more than willing partner. *** I shivered as I felt his mouth at my breast. He was sucking at my nipple the way I'd seen a baby suckling its mother's teat for milk. It looked almost as if he were seeking life-giving sustenance. My hand moved without my command and I watched as my red-tipped fingers threaded through his thick brown hair. I was amazed, in a strange detached way your brain sometimes gets when your body is kicking into over drive, at the softness of his hair against my hand. I looked down to watch William. I'd always been self-conscious of the size of my breasts. For a girl, it is a hard thing to deal with. One day you are as flat chested as your girl friends, and then almost over night it seems, your fairy godmother visits and you are wearing a training bra. And from there you learn of cup sizes, which up until then was something you had thought only had to do with cooking and measuring!
I had to ask him, even though his perfectly delicious mouth was a sending stream of fire straight from my nipple to places I had never thought might be connected. "They are too big," I heard my voice say softly into the silence. The old ugly beast of self-doubt and inferiority reared its head. The feelings of your youth never were very far aware sometimes.
William raised his head. I wanted to cover myself as I saw his eyes move over my face, down to my chest and back up. His hands moved to cup my Double D 38 breasts. His thumbs brushed back and forth across my distended nipples. I couldn't stop the words that poured from my mouth.
