I love the way your eyes roll back when I do that.
Fuck, so do I.
I rode those waves of desire – thinking I could not get any higher until his teeth bit down – gently at first. He rolled my nipple with his tongue between his teeth, then bit down a bit more. As my voice rose higher, the bites got a bit harder. My head fell back as I enjoyed the sensations and let the moans leave my lips more freely.
I looked down at him and found he was staring at me intently. His expression was one of curiosity – how far would I let him push me until I cried uncle?
But, I love the way he boldly played with my nipples – individually, then both in his mouth. How he knew how to push me – how to let my endorphins take over so that he could push harder knowing I would love it. The teeth, the sucking, the tugging with tongue, teeth and lips – just pushed me further into that dirty spot in my head where I would want him to do more – so that he could see how much more I could take. And as he continued, I could feel what he was doing deep in my cunt as it tightened in arousal, then I could feel my wetness escape, gushing onto his cock and balls.
God, I love how wet you are making me!
And even when that round of play finished, I knew there would be more to come. He had just warmed me up. Later, he would take advantage of my overly sensitive nipples – rubbing his palms over them, licking them lightly, making sure they dragged across his chest as he fucked me, blowing on them, squeezing them suddenly as I was blindfolded, even lightly dragging his teeth over them. Each time he would do it, I could not stop the sharp inhale of air that would follow his actions. That sound that told him that he had caused my excitement to flare up suddenly.
That response – that involuntary response my body had to the way he played with my nipples – was what kept me from crying uncle.