"I think you're going to need to take that off," you said, totally relaxed on the bed.
"I think you're right," that being said I unsnapped the bra, I slid the straps off my arms, but kept the cups against my breasts and you looked at me expectantly. I leaned in to kiss you and let the bra drop. Your hands started at my waist and moved them up to gently cup my breasts.
I leaned back to see your face and saw you staring intently at my breasts, a look of sheer desire on your face. I had the urge to cover myself. Slowly, torturously slowly your thumb moved to touch my achingly hard nipple. "Mmmph," I whimpered, the sensation running through me.
You looked up to my face then, I leaned in to kiss you and you turned your head, so I leaned further and started to lick and nibble your neck. You growled. Your hands went to my hips and you lifted me, rolling us over. My hands had gone to your shoulders while we moved and you took my wrists in your hand holding them above my head. "My turn, no more teasing," you said, voice deep and full of long pent up desire. "Those hands move and there will be consequences," you said, your voice holding a darkly intriguing threat.
"Promise?" I asked, teasingly, testing my limits.
You pulled on my arms making me stretch and I gasped. "Promise," you growled. "Remember these don't move," you said, releasing my wrists and sitting back.
"You're an amazing woman," you said, looking in to my eyes, "But these you," you said, motioning to my breasts, "would bring the strongest man to his knees."
I started to say something but you looked up to my face. "Don't even try to deny it," you said, sternly.
"They're too big," I said, very quietly.
You looked at me amazed that I could even think that let alone utter it, and you laughed. "There's no such thing."