Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2 - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... of the tongue," he allowed his tongue to run under her ear. She gasped. "From your brother." "Mmmm. I like that." She answered. "The same brother who kissed you in the garden today, is going to show his sister how good a tongue can make her feel." As they both watched in the mirror, his arms slipped around her from behind. His right slid across her flat belly and pulled her back against his cock, the bulk filing and pressing apart the small space between her cheeks. His left hand ran along her ribs, across her midsection, and boldly settled cupping her firm right breast through the soft stretchy fabric. Four eyes silently stared at the reflection of the hand. Somehow, feeling and watching Valentine fondle her breast, not groping or squeezing, but holding it, moving almost imperceptibly as though merely beginning to become acquainted through the gentlest of explorations, was more intimate and frightening to her than seeing and feeling his oversize dick. imgur.com/9Ve38As "That's not your tongue." "It will be." She shuddered. She honestly had not thought specifically about where the tongue was going. "For today there are two main areas we'll be covering." He squeezed gently, feeling the firm resistance to his fingers that he had hoped for. His thumb dragged across the equator of the perfect half globe and finally found the rise of her nipple through the pucker of the elastic fabric. He circled the hardening bud with more pressure. Valentine had been tutored well by two more ...

... more experienced lovers. This was his first chance to help educate someone else, to be the teacher. An image of Candy in plaid skirt popped up, uninvited. "Remember. Anywhere I use my tongue on you, especially if it's an area that feels good to you, you can use on me. Like here." Adding a finger to his thumb, he pressed them slightly together, hinting at pinching her little nipple. "A man's nipples are just as sensitive as yours." Candy managed to tear her eyes from the reflection of his hand on her. She leaned up to rub her cheek against him, tuck her face close under his jaw. She felt the slight roughness of an unshaven chin. Her voice was hoarse. "Can I...taste your nipples?" "Not yet. Maybe tomorrow if you're good. Would you like me to taste yours?" "Hell yes!" She arched back against him. She reached back with her hands, trying to reach around his hips enough to pull him tighter to her. Val left her nipple and ran his hand up onto her skin above the dress. The hand on her belly released her. He brought it up to her thin shoulder strap and guided it down over her arm. The top stretched to allow his hand inside and over her breast as he eased the material down. He cupped her exposed pale breast, the small darker nipple distinct and framed by the bandeau tan line from the small bathing suit she generally wore. "So beautiful," he whispered. "So small," she replied. "So perfect." He eased his hand from under her, turned her by her slim shoulders until she was sideways to the ...