Lily's phone flashed as a message came through. Behind her on the kitchen counter, she was in no shape to take any notice of her phone's light come on or the vibration sound. The message was short. It simply said, "On my way soon." It was from Alyssa.
This reminded me that things would likely get even hotter in about half an hour -- the twosome would become a threesome. My cock stirred at the very thought of that. I smiled -- smirked, rather -- inwardly to myself: yes, I was now probably "thinking" through my cock.
Before Alyssa arrives, I decided, one more thing has to happen. But the hard surfaces of the kitchen would not serve what I had in mind well. A bed or a sofa was needed.
Without letting her any more time, I pulled her arm, slipped mind hand into hers. She sighed -- a contented sound. "What n—" she started, but then just gave up and followed my lead. "Never mind."
I chose the bed upstairs in the end. It was larger and more comfortable. The bedsheets were still in disarray from an hour prior. Without uttering a sound, I simply pointed her to lie down on the bed on her back. She gave me a puzzled look; I didn't react.
I crawled up to her and straddled her. Didn't kiss her -- well, not her lips, anyway. Went straight for the tits. Kissed the left one first -- the nipple was still erect after the kitchen sex. She moaned as I grabbed and squeezed the both of her beauties and kissed and sucked her right tit. Shot her a look -- she parted her lips and gazed back at me, moaning barely audibly. Not taking my eyes off her, I focused my attentions on her nipple and the breast, sucking harder, sucking it in. Her skin was salty, sweaty, sexy.
Now I was finally doing what I set out to do. Accompanied by her moans, growing louder and wilder now, I grabbed her right one with my both hands and squeezed it. Then, without any further ado, I switched from kissing and sucking her nipple to sucking her in. Slowly, but surely. First just her nipple and areola inside my mouth. I played with the nub with my tongue for just a second or two before sucking in more, letting her tit's flesh fill more and more of my hungry mouth. She grabbed my head and raked her hands through my hair practically scratching my skull already. She gave out a husky growl-like whisper, "Fuck." This certainly was a fuck feast. She arched her back just slightly pushing some more inside my wanton mouth. Straddling her, I sensed her legs almost convulsing as if she was trying to escape with her lower part of her body while pushing in with her upper part.
There certainly was no escape. I let her out for just one second, just to catch my breath, really. Her tit emerged -- shiny and wet with my spit and red from the pressure of my mouth and tongue. Her nipple stood up hard, ready. One quick look into her eyes made it beyond clear: she was ready for more. Her bust was heaving with erratic, short movements.
I cut her misery short the next second -- locked onto her tit again. With insistent feral movements of my jaw and tongue, I was pulling even more of her inside me until it filled up my entire mouth. It was an incredible sensation -- not just arousing, going straight down to my cock straining against her thigh. It also came with the sensation of power, of domination. She was there at my mercy. And it's not like she didn't enjoy it. I now applied strong, animalistic sucking, my tongue fighting with the flesh for space inside my wet mouth. In turn, she was back to having her mouth wide open, saliva trickling down her cheeks and chin. Her eyes shut tight, she was growling. One of her hands was back to going through my hair with rather involuntary, uncontrolled motions; the other was around her other tit, playing with her nipple.
I wished I could continue this exquisite torture into eternity. When I left, I did so to get some air, gasping for it, looking down at her tormented, moist, red tit. She growled in satisfaction, a sound of an animal who just got what it wanted. Sparked further by this, I slapped her tit. She laughed a frenzied, feral shriek and three more slaps landed on her. The sight of her reddened tits, drenched in my spit was—well, images of her tied up in the butter churner position flashed through.
