With humor in his eyes, Boulder held the book in his outstretched hand so I couldn’t take it from him and I was mortified when he read aloud, “I arched my back and opened my mouth in a silent moan when his tongue licked my pussy and sweet agony filled my body.” Boulder’s smile grew. “You call this nothing?”
“Just give it to me.” I reached for the book but he continued reading.
“‘Submit’, his brother whispered in my ear, squeezing my nipple in painful pleasure. Spreading my thighs, I signaled that I wasn’t going to fight them any longer. I was in their power and I wanted to be.
“See,” Boulder teased, “women like to be taken by men. It’s in your nature to submit to us.”
“Nonsense,” I protested.
He put the book away and focused on me instead, his eyes full of mischief when he raised his hand to my lips. “Christina,”
“Yes?”
“Say that you’ll submit to me,” he said and looked more serious than before.
“Never!”
He didn’t look away when he pulled me in for a kiss and I didn’t fight it.
“I want you, Christina,” he whispered.
I didn’t respond with anything but my kiss.
“Say that you want me too,” he coaxed.
“I like kissing you,” I admitted and allowed him to push me gently down on my back.
“Tonight you’ll let me see your body,” he said and tucked the cover over us.
“That’s not up to you,” I argued with a small smile.
Boulder rested his forehead on mine and spoke in a low voice. “Please, Christina, I want to touch your naked chest and feel a real heartbeat.”
“Maybe my breasts aren’t as perfect as what you’re used to with the sex-bots.”
He pulled back and took me in. “Don’t ever compare yourself with a sex-bot. I swear to you that I’ll love your breasts whatever the shape or the size.”
“You already know the size; you touched me yesterday.”
The way he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath before he boldly pulled at my shirt alarmed me a bit. Boulder was determined to see my body, and I needed to know that I was safe.
“Stop!”
The word made him freeze. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going too fast.”
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled my shirt up, his hands touching my skin and his mouth opening slightly when the shirt was up to my armpits. He knew it, I knew it, my breasts were exposed and all he had to do was lower his eyes to see them for himself.
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat for another second before his eyes dropped down to my perky breasts pointing straight up at him.
It was almost amusing to see his eyes expand and his lips lift up in a smile before he buried his head between my breasts and touched, licked, and gently nibbled at them. The sounds of wonder that he made had me laughing.
“What’s so special about breasts?” I asked and felt a surge of heat spread down my belly when he twirled his tongue around my left nipple and suckled at it.
“They are just perfect, soft, amazing…”
I was getting affected from his playing with my body and weaved my hands through his hair. This wasn’t such a bad experiment, and I was beginning to see why men and women used to do this regularly.
