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

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... skirt was still bunched up high on her legs, but her soaked panties were hidden. With one finger, he lifted the second shoulder strap up and soft her. With both hands he shimmied the top down around her waist. She was stunning. He had seen her in bikinis for years. He knew what suit had given her these tiny tan lines. Never before had her sweet, smooth belly looked like this to him. She was open and exposed to him, trusting him with her body. Trusting him not to hurt her. He locked his lips on the more recently exposed nipple and sucked. Candy squealed with an arch of her back. When he flicked his tongue over it between his lips, she grabbed the back of his head. He released the hard little bud to look at her face. She was panting, hands in his hair. "So you like that?" She nodded before tightening her grip on his head. "Definitely. More please." He used his tongue more now, flicking harder over her swollen nipples. The kissing, tugging on it gently with just his lips before renewing his tongue's assault. Candy cried out. He moved back to the first, neglected breast. He cradled it in his hand, squeezing it as though checking for ripeness. It felt perfect in his hand. Not sagging in the slightest, firmly resistant to his pressure, but alive in a way Mrs. Malone's implants couldn't be. He pinched the sensitive nipple, pulling it up away from her body slightly, stretching her breast to a point. It didn't hurt, but her face showed worry that it might. He held it there while he ...

... ran long soft licks over the captured nubbin. Stimulated on that tender spot while held in a place just before pain, Candy couldn't hold still. Her fingers twisted in his hair while her toes clenched repeatedly, trying to grasp at something uselessly inside her sneakers. He slid up to kiss her. Her hands stayed grabbed at his head while she kissed him back more frantically than ever. Her tongue was hungry and aggressive. She pressed her body against his. When she pulled back her lips were swollen, open and panting. He saw fire in her eyes. "Will you be mine? I'm not even sure what I mean, but I know I want you to be mine. Will you? Be my Valentine? Be mine?" Suddenly, his throat was dry. He didn't know what to say. He nodded. She kissed him. "Thank you." She glanced down, where her dress bunched around her middle. "Are you really going to lick me like that, down there?" "If you want me to." "Yes I want you to! Can you feel how close I am to a climax?" "Climax? Are you going to cum?" She nodded. "Oh yeah. I can feel it. Please." "Please do what? I want to hear you say it." "Val! You tease. Please lick me. Please make me...cum with your tongue. My Valentine." He slid down without answering, nipping at one breast as her passed, kissing over her smooth stomach. Her legs opened as he slid between them. Drawing close, he blew lightly over the wet fabric clinging to her lips. Nothing was hidden. bit.ly/HotttT She lifted her hips to him. "Yes. Right there." He ran his tongue along her ...