Her breasts had completely swallowed his face now, two enormous mounds of warm softness pressing down with such weight that she could feel his features indenting against her skin.
At first she had thought it would be quick, some ridiculous perverted ritual he'd insist on for a moment before moving on. But it had gone on for a while now.
She could feel him breathing hot against her flesh, every exhale puffing ticklish warmth across her sensitive skin, sending little shivers dancing through her chest.
The sensation made her squirm. She, who was usually so brash and shameless with her words, now found herself trembling with embarrassment.
This was the most intimate thing she had ever done with a man, pressing her bare breasts over his face, feeling him sink into her, feeling his breath and his heat right against the most sensitive part of her body.
Bold words and pride had gotten her this far, but now her nerves tangled up, making her chest tight.
