Page 19 of Tension

I pulled my mouth away from his, holding my bra in place. He looked up at me, adjusting himself and causing friction between my pussy and his print. He kneaded my thighs as he waited for me to say what I had to say.

“I just wanted to give you a heads-up. I have scars on my breasts from having a reduction.”

He licked his lips and looked at my titties. “Damn, they used to be bigger than this?”

I playfully hit his chest.

“Let me see,” he said, nodding his head for me to move my hands.

I hesitated, opening my mouth to give him one more warning when he reached for my arm, pulling it and the bra away at the same time.

I rested my hands on his shoulders as he observed my breast. His thumbs traced the lines of my scars before coming up to circle around my hard nipples.

My head fell back at the sensation.

“Did you lose sensitivity?” he asked.

I shook my head no quickly. “They are way more sensitive.”

He sat up, pulling me closer to him. One arm was wrapped around my back, my sensitive nipple in his mouth while he played with the other one.

He moved slowly over to the other nipple to show it just as much love as he had the first.

He slid his pants down enough for his dick to be right on my pussy. My panties were the only fabric between us.

I grinded against his long shaft, my pussy lips spreading my essence all along his dick.

“You so fucking wet,” he said, holding my hips away from him so the tip of his dick was rubbing against my clit.

He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in so our lips could meet and our tongues could mingle.

His other hand gripped the seat of my panties, allowing his dick and my pussy to explore each other with no barrier.

The feeling of his dickhead collecting the juices from my pussy, and grazing from my lips to my clit was out of this world.

We kept coming way too close to penetration before the word “condom” whispered through my lips.

He stopped immediately and nodded his head, agreeing with me.

I remembered how warm his body felt against mine.

I could still feel the way he held me.

My eyes started to open. The room came back to life around me, and I realized there were hands on me that felt foreign.

The knot in my stomach got tighter, and my body stiffened.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

I didn’t move at first.

I let his arms caress my body gently, touch all the spots that used to drive me wild.

It felt surreal to have someone whose touch used to make my whole body heat up now make me feel physically sick.

“Let me go,” I said.

My voice came out soft but firm.