A Sip of You(9)

“You know how I can tell when you’re about to come?” he asked. “Your nipples get rock hard just before.” He tongued my left nipple, sucking and licking it while his hand massaged my right breast. I felt hot desire coiling in my core and the heavy liquid heat pooled until the pressure made me feel as though I’d explode. His lips pulled harder, demanding more, and I winced. My breasts were more tender than normal, and his skilled mouth and tongue were delivering an irresistible combination of pleasure and pain that already had me shuddering with pleasure.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I should have known he would notice my reaction. He was so attuned to my every need and desire.

“More than okay,” I said, my voice breathy. “I’m going to get my period soon, so I’m a little extra sensitive.” I don’t know why telling him this made me blush, but it did. “But it’s good. So good. Don’t stop.”

He paused and glanced up at me. “That will be new for us. I’ll have to remember to exploit this sensitivity in the future. I bet if I do this,” he nipped at my already tortured point, “you’ll feel it all the way down here.” His leg parted mine and his thigh brushed my sex, where my clit was pulsing. He nipped me again, and my hips arched off the bed and I moaned. I clamped my legs about his, and I rocked against him, trying to ease the building ache.

“I can make you come,” William murmured, his voice deep and husky. “Just with my mouth, just on your breasts. I don’t even have to touch your clit.”

My hips were moving rhythmically now as he worked me with his hands. He nuzzled against my neck and whispered, “Do you want me to keep touching you like this, Catherine?” His voice sounded dark, breathy, and erotic.

I already felt my orgasm building. I gave a short laugh. “It’s like high school. No going past second base, right?”

He made a low growl in the back of his throat and moved so I could feel his hard cock against my leg. He was just as worked up as I was. “I don’t know what kind of high school you went to...”

I smiled at the censure in his tone.

“And I don’t want to think about some horny, fumbling teenage boy touching you like this in the back of his mother’s station wagon.” His mouth closed on my aching breast again, and I gasped.

“A station wagon?” I teased when I could breathe again. “Give me some credit.”

“I don’t care what kind of car he had. He couldn’t make you feel like this.” He sucked long and hard, and I felt a pull in my core. “Could he do this to you?”

“No,” I moaned long and loud as I pushed my breast into his hands.

“You’re close now, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I was so close, edged closer as his fingers plucked and stroked and his mouth on my right nipple tongued and sucked. Everything inside me coiled into a tight ball in my core. I writhed against William, seemingly out of control. I felt the hard, steady pressure of his leg against my soaked panties. I panted, inching closer and closer...

He gave my sensitive, swollen right bud one last quick bite, followed by a long hard suck, and I crested over the edge, my body exploding into a shuddering orgasm so intense I couldn’t hold back my cries. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me, and I rode each one higher and higher until finally I spiraled slowly down and managed to open my eyes.

William lifted his head and gazed down at me. Every inch of me tingled and sparked, and in the soft warmth of the plane’s bed I could feel my skin gleaming with a light sheen of perspiration and a pale rosy warmth. My nipples were, amazingly enough, still rock hard and flushed dark pink. He was right.

“You glow after you come,” William said, looking into my eyes. “Like a deep, perfect blush. So beautiful. I could watch you come all day.”

I turned lazily to face him, and we lay on our sides, smiling at one another. I moved to press against him, feeling the hardness of his cock against my belly. I was only getting started. “Thank you for that,” I murmured, finally finding my voice. “I didn’t know...I mean, I’ve never…”

His brow lifted. “You’ve never come like that before?”

I smiled. “Not exactly.” I loved to have them played with, but a nipple orgasm was a first for me. Only with William. I giggled. “It felt amazing. You’re amazing. I loved it.” I loved him. This was what I had been wanting on this trip—the same closeness and intimacy we’d shared last night at the hotel.

I kissed him lightly, then more deeply as I drew my hand between our bodies and against the flat plane of his abdomen, then down to his thick erection. It was barely contained in his black boxer briefs, and I teased my fingers under the waistband and closed my hand around him. He pulsed against my palm as I ran my hand up to the smooth tip and down to the wide, veined root.