Celeb Fun

Then, she started to play with them, her touch was feather light, exploring every curve. She paid special attention to my left one, my pierced nipple. Her fingers traced the delicate metal, teasing it gently. A sigh escaped my lips as she lowered her head, her warm tongue making contact. She started to lick and suck my tits, a deep, resonant pleasure blooming in my core. It felt so good, nothing like the clumsy fumbling I'd endured from guys before. I mean, one guy almost ripped my nipple ring out! Instead, Pink was gentle and caring, her touch reverent. I had never felt like this before, so utterly cherished and desired, yet completely safe.

This went on for about five minutes, a delicious eternity, before she slowly pulled away. I looked at her, a pang of disappointment, a soft whine almost escaping my lips.

"Now it's my turn!"

My heart hammered against my ribs. Without hesitation, she reached for the hem of her own top. In one fluid movement, it was over her head, revealing a sight that stole my breath. Underneath, she wore no bra. Her breasts were perfect, not huge, but beautifully rounded, a gorgeous, inviting landscape. My hands felt suddenly clumsy, unsure. I was so nervous, a tiny voice in my head whispering, what if I just messed it up?

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I leaned forward, my hand hovering for a moment before I finally cupped her left breast. Even just touching it was weird; I'd never touched anyone's breasts except my own before. Her skin was incredibly soft, warm and yielding beneath my palm. Her nipples were a delicate pink, already erect and begging for attention. Tentatively, I started to play with them, mimicking some of the delicate teasing she had given me, pinching them lightly, then gently pulling. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading for encouragement, for a sign that I was doing it right. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face, and her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, a soft moan escaping her lips. It was all the encouragement I needed.

Pink was draped over me, her chest rising and falling with a delicious languor, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. She’d just spent a good five minutes devoted solely to my chest, her lips and tongue creating a mosaic of sensation that had me arching into her.

“Keep going,” Pink murmured, her voice a low purr against my neck. “That feels good.”

My hands were already tangled in her hair, the strands silken and warm against my fingers. She shifted slightly, her weight pressing into me, and I felt the soft, insistent brush of her breasts against my chest. It was an invitation, a silent dare. I lifted my head, meeting her gaze, and a slow smile spread across my face.

“Oh, really?” I whispered back, my voice a little rougher than I intended. Her eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, were half-lidded and dreamy, reflecting the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She nodded, a small, eager movement that sent a ripple through my core.

I didn’t need any more prompting. I leaned in, mimicking her earlier ministries. My tongue traced the delicate curve of her collarbone, tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin. She shivered, a tiny gasp escaping her lips. I moved lower, my focus narrowing, my senses consumed by the task at hand.

Her left nipple, a pert, rosy button, hardened almost immediately under the light flick of my tongue. I circled it, teasing, drawing out the anticipation. Pink let out a soft groan, her fingers digging into my shoulders, a pleasant pressure that spurred me on.