That was just the start of the foreplay, a small gust of wind to let the lustful fire shake with life, a small preparation before making it soar up the heavens and roar with fierce abandon.
My heartbeat deepens with pride at how I'm making Emmie reacting, swirling with lust resonating with hers. I start to peck and nibble at the underboobs that are usually hidden and protected, thus the most raw, the most sensitive. My own sensitivity can't help but grow further as Emmie's moans grow stronger and stoke the fire coursing through my nerves, and her hold on me more impatient, more forceful.
But the control remains mine, and she doesn't contest it. She just needs to anchor herself as the pleasure, like tickling water, accumulates. And I just need to push the effect of the air on my exposed skin to the back of my mind and focus on the warmth of the flesh below me.
And its warmth climbs as I peck and suckle around it, with ever truly climbing the mountain, even though it keeps shaking, begging, as its tip grows harder and harder.
The hands on my shoulders hurry their work and push my straps down, before going to the back for the clasp there. They have no hesitation, because during the past few months, Emmie has already written in her instincts my dislike for front clasp.
My chest is suddenly assaulted by the chill born from the contrast of the air and the protective warmth lost with my bra, and my nipples, already filling up with blood, hardens. My mouth turns dry, and I seek relief, so I finally climb up the fleshy mountain, kissing it and sucking it along the way, until I reach the top whose red seems to be trying to compete with Emmie's hair.
The knob settles comfortably in the warmth of my mouth, before I bite down its bottom, suddenly, harshly, and scrape it upward with my teeth.
"Anhhh~~~!!"
I suck the nipple, searching for the same milk Liz has in her breasts, unsuccessful, then chew on the flesh, making Emmie writhe below me, and wet her pants so much that I can feel the weight of the blocked fluid, and its moisture.
I stop moving slowly. Like I am starved, I start eating Emmie with ferocious passion, biting, sucking, and scraping as I push a hand below to pass through the obstacle of the pants and the panties, and touch the wet lands down there.
It was like a marsh, one flooded after divine punishment. I raise up to let the unclasped bra slide down my arms. While keeping our eyes on each other with excited smiles, we push our pants and leggings. Fortunately, my boots are short ones, not long ones, with zippers, making them easy to take off.
By the time Emmie has pulled her feet out of her pants, I have also finished taking off my leggings. With only our panties on, we resume the previous activity.
The newfound freedom below lets my crotch contact the air, and it contracts, while the inside of my vagina twitches to secrete more of the lubricant wetting my underwear. However, my focus is not on myself, but on Emmie as I trail her skin with a choppy line of kisses until her Mons devoid of any hair, but warm, hot, like a prelude.
I let go of the dark underwear I'm pulling down, then go down further and push the part of it at the bottom to the side. The marsh behind it reacts to try air, before twitching and relaxing to leak even more of the water inside.
First a tentative touch, then a lick, and finally kiss. I suck on the fleshy lips to dry them of their moisture, and when I pause, I click my tongue, because I have confirmed. I don't know if it's me, but the taste is different. It may be my mind playing games on me because of the shift inside, the difference between playing with a friend, and what it has turned into now, tasting a girlfriend.
But that may also be because of a change in Emmie's body due to health or diet. However, the taste is not bad, and there is no smell, so I smile, and dive back into the wet depths, vacuuming it while sucking her clit during the pauses, when I'm not rubbing it, pinching it, pulling it, or pressing it down.
"Anh~ Anh~ Anh~ Anh~ Max~ Yeah~ There~ Don't stop~ Yeah~ I'm almost there~ I'm coming~ I'm coming~ I– ANH~!!!"
I don't fight back against the pressure at the back of my head because I see the urethra above the pussy twitching. I love out of the way just as the barrier inside came undone, and a shower of a liquid gushes out of it, tracing an arc under the strong contraction of Emmie's abdomen, before more of the liquid comes out, this time falling near, and pooling on the bed.
I can't help but send a finger in the hole that had spread the pleasure throughout Emmie's body and rub the folds inside to keep its tremors alive for as long as possible.
Emmie twitches, and exhales, before relaxing after what feels like an eternity. Even then, the contractions stop below, but her hole embraces my two fingers inside, as her breathing refuses to calm down.
She glances at me, and grips my hand, stopping my movements, before moves to take my lips, and climb up on me.
From my lips, she also moves down, tracing on me the path I have traced on her. Chin, neck, clavicles, then chest. I swear I don't know what to do with my heightened sensitivity that has improved but refused to leave.
Emmie's teeth clasp on my hardened nipple, and I almost come. I managed to suppress the big orgasm, but not the small one.
Emmie looks up, and smiles, my sensitive body part still in her mouth like a candy.
"Don't cheat, it's your turn…"
To come undone.