I massaged her more fiercely, pulling at her rock hard nipples, twisting and flicking them. I was starting to pant and Sarah was moaning louder with each breath. She opened her eyes; they were full of desire. Sarah looped her arms around my neck and urged me toward her right breast. I widely opened my mouth, and attached to it, sucking in as much as I could. I heared her groan, “Ummmm” and she held my head tightly against her breast with one hand and reached between us to rub her hand across my chest. I sucked vigorously at her right breast, cupping both breasts from beneath. Sarah wrapped her arms around my back and we rolled as one so that we were on our sides, facing each other. She seemed to prefer this position when I suckled. Maybe because she could rub her pussy against my knee, receiving additional stimulation.
I decided to zero in on her nipple. I put my teeth at the base of her nipple and bit down gently, rubbing the sharp edge where they attached to her areola. At the same time, I flicked her fabulously long nipple with my pointed tongue. Both of my hands were cupping and kneading the mass of flesh surrounding my mouth. My face was buried in her softness. My hard cock was wedged between us and Sarah grinded her pussy harder against my bent knee. She slipped her top leg between my legs; she had become so wet that she needed to stabilize herself so that her pussy could stay in contact with my knee. I bent my knee a bit more and pushed into her. I feel her hands moving to her other breast. Her fingers were urgently tugging and stroking her nipple. I reached over and cupped it with one hand as I nibbled harder on her right nipple. “Ungh,…..Oh god,” Sarah panted appreciatively. Her body was pressing hard into mine; she squirmed uncontrollably. She felt that I started thrusting my cock between our bodies, slick with beads of perspiration. Sarah put her hands on either side of my head and said, in between pants, “Paul, slow down, Don’t come yet."
She slowed her movements against me, and I eventually detached from her nipple. We lied face to face as our breathing slowly began to return to normal. I was still rock hard and Sarah had soaked my knee. I kissed her hard on her lips and then asked, “Why did you stop me?”
I knew that she could see my disappointment. “Let’s have some more champagne, Paul, and I’ll show you,” and she smiled seductively. I got up on shaky legs and refilled the glasses.
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