“I will if you will,” I offered.
“You first,” she said with an eye roll.
I wasn’t going to argue, and I lifted myself just enough to pull the shirt over my head.
“Mmm…” Nicole hummed as her fingers ran over my stomach. “Yep—still quite nice.”
“At least some of me isn’t too bad,” I said and kind of cringed as the words came out. It sounded shitty, and I didn’t mean it that way.
Nicole’s hands captured my face as she stared at me.
“You are wonderful,” she whispered in earnest, “and if your legs never carry you again, they will still be the legs that had the speed to save me. The most important part of you is here, in your head.”
She took her right hand and placed it over the center of my chest.
“And here.”
We stared at each other for a long moment, and when we finally moved our eyes from each other’s, we had changed. At least, I thought we both had. I knew I had. My mind tried to cope with the paradigm shift that changed my outlook from being useful for nothing but my speed and my agility to…to…something else. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was yet, but I knew it meant more—much, much more.
“Rumple,” I whispered.
She shook her head slowly.
“Don’t talk,” she instructed, and her lips moved up my jaw, slowly nipping along the edge until she reached my ear. She sat up a little, and a moment later her own shirt joined mine on the floor beside the bed, followed quickly by her white, lacy bra.
I tried not to let my eyes bug out. It had been way, way too long since I had seen her tits, and I had forgotten how beautiful they were. It was as if they could become the center of a whole universe dedicated to my libido.
Even as I sat up against the pillows, and Nicole lifted her leg to straddle my waist, I knew all the physical stuff—as wonderful as it was—wasn’t as important as what I felt when I just looked at her eyes and thought about having her close to me. Having her lie down next to me meant more than almost anything else in the world. It wasn’t what I was once told was important, but now I knew those perceptions were wrong.
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will,” I whispered.
“What’s that from?” Rumple asked.
“Hamlet,” I replied simply.
Drawing my hands slowly up her sides and around to the front, I wrapped my fingers around the sides of her breasts as I brushed my thumbs over her nipples. They both hardened and puckered, the little nubs pointing straight at me.
I didn’t need any further encouragement.
I rose off the pillow and took the first nipple into my mouth. I circled it with my tongue slowly as I sucked and kissed at the
first one then moved over to the second one to make sure it got equal attention. I mean, I didn’t want any inter-titty rivalry going on, did I? My nose nuzzled them equally, and my lips nipped at them as I thought about that for a minute. If they got mad at each other, would they fight? I wondered what that would look like but had to stop because the mental imagery was distracting me from the actual imagery.
Playing around with Nicole’s tits definitely could have occupied my mind, hands, and tongue for a very, very long time. The skin was soft and creamy—just slightly paler than the skin of her arms and shoulders. Her nipples were dark, rosy pink, and just the right size for me to suck into my mouth and feel the texture with the tip of my tongue.
When I did, she moaned. She wasn’t quiet about it either—not like she had been when her dad was sleeping in the next room. She tilted her head up to the ceiling and practically shoved her nipples in my mouth as she arched forward and dug her fingers into my hair. I was only too happy to oblige, and I reached around her with one hand and held her against me as I alternated fondling and sucking at her breasts.
So fucking good.
I dropped my hand down to her backside, running a finger along the edge of the stretchy material of her pants. Though it wasn’t meant to be one, she apparently considered it a hint and rose up on her knees. She started pushing the material off her hips, and I licked my lips as her hips slowly appeared in front of me.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “You are so beautiful.”
With my hands on her hips, she pushed the pants down farther, leaving just some little blue panties between my eyes and her intimae skin. She lifted first one leg and then the other, pulling the material from her legs and letting it join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Her hands came back to my chest, and she leaned in and captured my lips with hers.
“Were you looking for something?” she asked quietly, and her hips pushed her core against my stomach. I could only moan in response, feeling not only her heat but moisture as well against my skin. I looked up to her dark eyes and grinned.
“Yeah, I was,” I informed her. “I was hoping to see that beautiful pussy of yours, but it’s just too far away.”