I Can't Seem To Catch My Breath

"I can work with that," he whispered into my skin as he curled his fingers beneath the bottom of my sports bra and started to push it up and off of me.

It all happened so quickly. I was at least semi-clothed one moment and then the next I was bare from the waist up and Blake was witnessing me.

It's funny to think of it like that. I mean he'd had my panties pushed to one side and his fingers inside of me last night. He'd made me cum, and cum hard too, but I'd been so clothed and for the most part so had he.

For a man who kept on talking about how beautiful I was, it was a wonder that he found the words since he'd barely even seen me.

He was seeing me now, though. His eyes going wide as he looked at me with wonder. As he took in the sight of my bare breasts for the first time and...

"Perfect," he whispered, bending down to close his mouth over me.

I moaned loud as he took my nipple in past his lips. He closed over it and an arch of pleasure rushed through my body, racing in from my nipple and hitting my spine before sliding up and down it at the same time to make my whole body tense before relaxing almost immediately afterwards.

"Oh god," I moaned.

I couldn't remember whether I'd felt this specifically before. Lucas had been so incredibly good to me and I was so very naked in front of him, but if he'd played with my nipples then surely it hadn't been as good as this. Surely it hadn't been so very overwhelming.

It felt right now like my breath kept on catching in my throat. My head was going dizzy as I tried to catch up and keep up with myself and my body was moving automatically, my hands moving up to caress his head and stroke his hair before guiding Blake from my one nipple to the other, his lips disconnecting before closing over the other in turn.

His tongue spun circles around me, slowly bringing the hardening nub of my breast even harder. I glanced down at my bare breast to see the slick shininess of his spit still covering me and I reached for it, dipping a finger in it tentatively and feeling it press onto the ball of my fingertip.

So naughty. So deliciously wrong. But god it felt so right.

Blake pushed me backwards, hands on my hips as he led me backwards. I stumbled and fell, entirely at his mercy as he moved me and felt me and slowly made my hips sway.

He moved back to the first nipple and I stared, transfixed at the breast he'd just left. It was maybe a little flush and undeniably wet, as undeniable as the wetness of my sex between my legs and the aching inside of me that was so eager to ask him to just take me.

I had to be strong. Oh god I had to be so fucking strong and I had to resist.

He was wrong for me.

He felt so right.

Blake pushed that last little bit and I felt the back of my legs hit the chair, the only thing in the clearing aside from us, behind me. With a shift he had me down in it and it must have been a shorter chair than most because it had me closer to the ground, legs splayed out in front of me and my eyes almost perfectly in line with the middle of his torso.

"So you've got me here," I said, smiling and already fantasizing about what came next, "What do you plan to have me do."

Blake started working at his belt, the metallic clink of it sounding so loud to me.

"Oh," he crooned, "I can think of a few things for you to do."

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