Erotic Fiction: Double D

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Laci could hear Gordon walking down the hall to her bedroom, his footsteps getting louder and louder the closer he got. The silver-coloured knob turned, the door gradually creaking open and showing his face. As his eyes began to drink in the sight before him, they widened, doe-like. A slow smile spread across his face, teeth catching his lower lip for a moment before he released it along with a whistling exhale.

“Well, fuck.” Laci shrugged, that half-shrug when you know the jaw-dropping impression you’ve made on someone, but want to play it off as cool. Humble, even. She tilted her head to the side, indicating Gordon to step forward.

As he moved closer, layers of his clothing began to fall to the floor, each piece peeled back, pulled down, tugged off; by the time he climbed onto the bed beside Laci, he only had his black socks on and a red tie around his neck. With the tie clutched tightly in her palm, she guided him gently towards her, pulling herself to him in the same motion until the matching deep crimson bra she wore was grazing the skin of his chest.

Gordon glanced down at the space between them, Laci’s tits taking up the vast majority of his view. She grinned, pressing them even closer to him, until his entire being softened. He tangled a hand in her dark hair, the strands falling over her shoulders like a shadow. Hungry lips trailed feather-soft from her ear, down her neck, over the soft slope of her shoulder. They parted as he moved down the curve of her breasts, his hands now slipping the straps of her bra off her shoulders so that the weight of her tits were freed.

They didn’t disappoint; he was into women whose chests “took up space.” The roundness, the firmness of them against his mouth — everything was perfect. He spent a few moments drinking in the sight of her before doing anything further.

Laci’s skin had a red undertone, almost as if blushing from being admired by his appreciative eyes. Her areolas were not quite perfectly round, the pale brown hue darkening at the erect nipple. Just to the side of her right nipple was a cluster of tiny beauty marks, appearing almost as a constellation against her soft skin. There wasn’t a single marking on her left breast, which somehow made Gordon want to nip at the skin, suck on it, something to leave an indication that he had been there.

Instead, Laci tucked her index finger under his chin and moved his face even closer to her, so close that she could feel the cool intake of breath as he breathed in and the soft brush of air when he exhaled. Gordon’s tongue flicked against her skin, quick and tantalizing. When Laci giggled in response, the laughter elicited from that sudden and thrilling moment of exploration, he engulfed her entire areola in his mouth. The sensations were electrifying in her body, shooting through her like lightning from that single point throughout her back and to her fingertips, down to her toes. She whispered a string of profanities, head tipped back ever so slightly to make room for his head to move in closer, for him to work his magic all the more. 

Gordon tugged on her nipple with his teeth, the feeling sending equal measures of sharp pain and a deep unfurling of pleasure throughout her. Small spurts of sound escaped her mouth, barely audible as she was handing herself over entirely to the immense waves rushing over her. Consuming her. His hands pressed on either side of her torso, pushing her tits closer together so that they enveloped his face.

When he came up for air, Gordon’s face was flushed with desire, a slight sheen of sweat forming across his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his skin. It seemed like he would have happily died by suffocation against Laci’s body, succumbing to the sheer sensuality exuding both from him and from her.

As he played with her nipples, tweaking it between his fingers on one side and suckling roughly on the other, Laci’s hips twitched toward him. Her fingers snaked between her legs, sliding into herself to push herself just a little bit further. Her breath quickened, groans lengthening, loudening. Gordon’s name tumbled from her lips.

“Cum for me,” Gordon whispered in her ear, his voice a fervent hiss. “I want to watch you cum from my touch.”