Lunch?

They never actually made it to the restaurant, not for lunch anyhow.

"Mm... you like my tits baby?"

Drake was quite relieved that he only had to make noises that kind of sounded like words of affirmation, what with his face being well and truly smothered by his girlfriends amazing boobs. He couldn't talk dirty to save his life, though he had to admit he was enjoying Adya's sensuous voice above him as he mashed his face around in her cleavage. He'd dated a few different women from varied backgrounds over the years, spent a few very enlightening months traveling Asia with some college friends, toured Europe as best he could while traveling on business. It was at this moment that he realized that none of it held a candle to Adya's voluptuous body. Considering he was dating her for her personality 1st and body 2nd, he felt like the luckiest man on earth.

His dazed smile at the thought brought his teeth into contact with her skin, for just a moment, and she shuddered hard, gripping his head to still him, "OOOOHhh fuck! Gently! Gently..." Oops. He forgot just how sensitive she could get. He'd started shaving religiously for this exact reason, she didn't want him within a foot of her boobs with stubble. By way of apology he ran his tongue over the site of his transgression and received another hard shudder for his reward, Adya's hands grasping frantically at his hair, "Ohhh Gooood... I'm so close Drake, play with my nipples..."

He could tell: his pants were soaked from her grinding against his lap. It kind of amused him that they hadn't actually gotten past second base yet but he was also pretty sure that for Indian women third base was almost exclusively for making babies.

Hands on the outside of her breasts, he mashed them together around his face, practically squeezing himself out from between them like he would toothpaste. The pressure made her groan and grip his head more tightly, which made him use more pressure, till he was wondering if she'd even let him get to her nipples but after much ado he made it.

Relishing his task, Drake flicked his tongue over one surprisingly pink, thick nipple before moving to the other and finally mashing them together to fit both into his mouth to really get down to business. He'd quickly learned that the rumors about Indian women having nipples as sensitive as clitoris' were more than true and his actions now were hurried: as soon as he'd flicked the first one it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. Adya was cumming HARD by the time he got both of them in his mouth to play with.

She screamed out as the orgasm continued, prolonged by his rough treatment of her nipples, till she was literally begging him to stop. Being the red-blooded man he occasionally was, Drake relented only when he could hear the exhaustion in her voice and gently released her breasts. Adya flopped back agains the lowered front seat, perfect breasts bouncing as she quivered from the aftershocks. Drake took a steadying breath and tried to simultaneously appreciate the moment and also distract himself from just how unspeakably hard he was.

Adya regarded him through heavily lidded eyes, clearly still somewhat out of it, "You're a naughty boy Mr. Collins, you might hurt someone carrying on like that."

"Well, you missed lunch so I just wanted to make sure you didn't think the day was a wash." She giggled, rolling languidly forward to kiss him passionately, even as she winced as her over-sensitized breasts pushed against his chest. Her repositioning also caused her to grind against the massive tent in his pants and it was his turn to breath sharply as his boner threatened to shred his pants if he didn't do something about it.

She definitely noticed, "Why whatever is the matter dear?" She gave him an at once innocent and devilish look, rolling her hips against his and cementing just how soaked her juices had made them.

He gave her a flat look, "Adya, if you don't stop teasing me I'm not responsible for what happens next." She bit her lip, leaning in for another kiss and continuing to grind against him.

"Do it then..."

"Really? Didn't you just... like really...?"

By way of answer she slid down, sinking between his legs, "I can't leave you like this, you've been so good to me." She bent in, gripping his zipper with her teeth.

"Hoh boy..."