“Do you prefer breasts or ass?”
It’s a question I’ve been known to ask in the past. I’m always curious. We were laying together, naked, MM and I, just enjoying being comfy in bed together. Those moments are best, aren’t they? You don’t have to be anywhere or do anything. You can just lounge together, talking and kissing and laughing, with the rest of the world melting away.
He thought about it for a moment, then gave the typical male answer that he likes both. “Of course you like both, everybody likes both. But if you had to pick just one?”
“Breasts.” He was confident in his answer, his fingers lazily finding my nipples, tweaking them softly, the pads of his fingers brushing against them. I snuggled into his arms, spooning with him as he cupped my breasts. I could feel him getting hard against me, slowly. MM is not one to rush in the bedroom.
And then, he had me flipped on my back and was moving down my neck and chest with long, lingering kisses that were wet, but never sloppy. I find that most men answer my question differently – they prefer a nice ass. I’m not saying that my ass is ugly or anything, but it is average. My breasts however? Well, I have cleavage for days. To hear that MM prefers breasts over ass was a huge turn-on, because breasts are definitely my biggest asset.
He buried his face cleavage, taking it all in, moving from kisses to more aggressive sucking and nipping and licking. He wasn’t like the men I had been with in the past, enjoying my boobs for a few minutes before moving on to the main attraction. He was worshiping them, loving them, focused on making me feel good, but totally soaking in every moment of enjoying himself. He played roughly with my nipples, making me gasp, then followed with soft, fluttering touches, making me moan. He grabbed them and caressed them groped them and loved them. He made me feel beautiful and sexy long before we even moved below the belt to actually have sex.
He pulled me on top of him and I slowly lowered myself onto his waiting cock. Mmm, perfect. I leaned down to kiss him and began to move my hips, grinding against him, hard inside of me. His kissed trailed down my neck and found my breasts, and I shifted so they were in his face. He left out a low moan and sucked on my nipples hard, first the left, then the right. I sat upright on his cock and began to bounce, slowly at first, then faster and faster. My arms were on his chest, gently scratching, and pushing my boobs together, then I cupped them myself, playing with my own nipples as I bounced on him, his hands on my hips. As I was getting closer to orgasm, I raised my arms above me, stretching and he thrust into me as I was grinding against him.
Afterward, we were again lounging in bed, naked.
“Your boobs while we have sex. Wow. Just wow.”
That’s all he really said, but I feel as though if he was a smoker, he would have taken a long drag from his cigarette at that moment. My breasts were sore for days after, from the bouncing and grabbing, and I love that. And I can’t tell you how hot it is to know that he loves it too.
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