Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14

... made me feel warm and I couldn't help returning the smile. I hunched over and leaned slightly as I planted my lips against his. He moaned softly, and I nipped his bottom lip playfully. I felt him throb firmly, just once, against my own building heat, and I figured I shouldn't start any fires I wasn't prepared to put out, so I broke the kiss.

We both looked down at my breasts. They ached, but it was with a combination of wanting attention and being very full. The firmness was causing some veins to push toward the surface of my skin, becoming faintly visible along the upper swell of my boobs.

"You don't have to drink all of it if you don't want." I offered with a little uncertainty.

"If you can take all of me, I can certainly take all of you." He said, his voice low and serious, turning what could have been a really cheesy line into something that sent a chill up my back and made my skin tingle. I bit my lip and gripped the headboard behind him, so I could lean forward and bring myself to his lips. He latched on without hesitation, and I sighed at the heat and the incredible sensation of him quickly triggering my let-down reflex. I shuddered as the tingles radiated through my chest, and I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to grind my hips against him. I could control myself.

Instead I let go and let myself melt against him. He didn't tease me with his tongue, or purposefully make me cum, but as he switched breasts, I couldn't help gasp as a spark went right between ...

... my legs, causing me to tense and let a small orgasm wash over me. I bit my lip as I tried my best to quietly ride it out, but a small squeak escaped me, and I couldn't control the rhythmic spasms in my core. He let go of my breast and urged me back a little.

"Was that too much?" He asked.

I opened my eyes and looked down to answer him. "No- not at all-- oh my god?" I got sidetracked as I noticed the milk on the side of his face, and the wet drops all down his shirt. "Oh my god, I'm making a mess! I'm so sorry..." I whispered, embarrassed.

He looked down and smiled. "It's okay, I definitely don't mind."

"Well, let's get this shirt off of you at least, we'll have to wash it quickly though." I tugged it off of him and balled it before throwing it onto mine.

He immediately pulled me back to his lips and he returned to the original breast. I hummed in contentment, and forgot all about being embarrassed. My hands cradling his head to me, leafing through his hair as a warmth took over me, and I felt that nurturing satisfaction course through me. He kept running his hands over the curve of my ass, up to my waist, and back down to where my cheeks turned into my thighs. It made my skin feel numb after a while, but it was oddly soothing.

He switched breasts again after what felt like a good while, and managed to bring me to another small orgasm without even trying. My hips started to rock all on their own as I tried to ignore the sensation of my pussy flaring between ...