I'm imagining you're here, standing at the foot of my bed, more naked than I am by only one item of clothing. I'm in front of you, sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs spread, you in between them, your cock just inches from my lips. When you look down, you can see the curves of my breasts creating a channel that looks like it was made for your cock. When you reach out to caress them, the material of my nightgown does little to block the hard nipples from stretching the fabric, pushing themselves into your rough thumbs. You pinch them, lightly, just enough to get my attention.
"Harder."
"What?"
"Harder." I gasp, "Pinch them harder."
You easily push aside the fabric that hides them from your view and take each nipple tightly between your fingers, massaging them, pulling them out and away from my body with a tight, twisting motion.
"Yes! Oh, God! ... oh..."
"Do you like that? Is that what you wanted?"
"Oh... Oh, yes..."
You feel them tighten in your hands. You know what you just did to me, but you ask anyway. You want to hear me say it.
"Does that make you wet?"
I look up into your eyes and say simply, "Yes."
"Show me."
I take your hand and guide it down to the slippery lips of my pussy.
"Can you feel what you're doing to me?"