Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... He went down to 6th.

He never recovered, I think after he saw me his head just was not in the game. He ended up finishing in 7th, only above the sole AI player in the race. I felt a small victory in being enough to throw him off the game as I continued to massage the milk from my breasts. He backed out of the lobby after the race and I looked over to see him watching with rapt attention, the thin streams coming from my nipples. He swallowed hard and met my eyes.

I worked the milk from me while maintaining deliberate eye contact with him. It was electric. I wanted him to just snap and swat the bowl out of my hand, pin me under him, pull my panties aside, and-- oh fuck. I was getting wet. I slowed what I was doing and cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Did you want to help or something?" I asked casually.

His eyes dropped to my boobs and he nodded his head wordlessly.

"Okay." I said softly. I stopped my hands, and with my finger, collected the bead of milk still threatening to drip from my nipple and brought the finger to my lips to suck it clean. I set the bowl aside on the table, well away from the edge, just in case. I pulled my legs out from under me, bringing my knees up, and turned to face him. I let my knees fall gently apart, and looked at him, feeling my chest heave as my breathing became shallower.

He took the hint and set the controller down on the table, he turned to me, and leaned over, planting his hands on either side of my waist. I felt my heart ...

... racing, and leaned back a little bit. He came forward more, I leaned back, until I was against the throw pillow on the couch, laying on my back, and he was on top of me. I looked up at him, he was still on his knees, not letting his hips fall against mine. He had his hands planted on either side of my ribs and he froze there, looking at me intensely. I couldn't keep still. I arched my back a little, pushing my chest up for him, and with my left hand, gently caressed myself, running my fingers over the smooth, round flesh of my left breast, before gathering the mass of it and bringing the nipple to my own lips. I suckled a little bit, just enough to get a taste, and let it go with a soft pop sound. I smiled and let my breast sway gently until it settled, and innocently asked, "Well?".

He adjusted so he was resting on his elbows instead of his hands. His face almost resting between my boobs. He looked up at me for a second, over the rise and fall of my chest, and then he latched on to my right breast. I moaned in surprise. I hadn't forgotten how good it feels to have his lips on my nipple, but my memory definitely didn't do the real thing justice. I felt my face and chest flushing as he suckled, much more intensely than last time. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together and grind my clit between them, but his body was in the way. Instead I clutched my hand to the back of his head, holding him to my chest as I rolled my head back and arched my spine up to him. He made soft sounds ...