Page 151 of Play Along

She kicks off her shoes as I run a palm over her stomach, curving over her side, my single hand almost covering the entire length of her spine. She’s freezing to the touch, her pale skin painted in goose bumps. With a simple flick of my wrist, her bra falls between us, and as pretty as it is, it’s soaking wet and needs to go.

Her nipples pebble between us, and I have to pull away from her mouth, leaning my forehead on hers so I can look at her. Somehow, it’s the first time I’ve seen them without the barrier of fabric covering them.

Fucking perfect, just like the rest of her. Soft, creamy skin, painted with countless freckles. Nipples peaked hard and begging for my mouth. I circle the pad of my thumb over one as we both watch me flick it, much in the way I’m going to do with my tongue.

Hand cupping her tit, I squeeze.

She arches into me, accompanied by this pretty little moan.

“How the fuck is every part of you so goddamn perfect, Kennedy?”

“You don’t think they’re too small?”

I pause at that, my hand still cupping her.

Sure, my hands are above average in size, and yes, Kennedy is short and most of her is small, but I couldn’t give two fucks how big her tits are.

Before immediately dispelling her concern, I ask, “Do you feel that way, or did someone tell you that you should feel that way?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Did he make you believe that?”

She shakes her head, trying to brush me off. “It was a quick conversation.”

“That you and he had how many times?”

Her eyes leave mine. “A few times.”

My jaw works, but even though my head is angry at her ex, my hands are soft as they continue to roam over her skin, trying to warm her up.

Don’t even get me started on the fact he never helped her, never let her learn or explore or try. He never took the time to reiterate that she’s wanted and worthy. He did, however, continually remind her that she was reluctant towards intimacy, and now I’m learning that he let this woman—who I view as the most perfect one in the world—believe that she wasn’t.

“Kenny, I couldn’t give two shits about what your body looks like, but just so you’re aware, I have never seen someone so perfectly made for me. And if you’re so concerned about the size of your tits, I have no problem putting you on your knees, making you hold them together, and showing you just how perfectly sized they are for me to fuck.”

Her mouth slightly parts, her eyes lighting with intrigue. “Would you do that?”

“Yeah, baby, I’ll fuck your tits, but tonight, I need to fuck this.” My hand slides down her zipper, my fingers gliding along the seam of the denim, building friction right where her clit is.

A desperate moan escapes her, and that sound only grows when I cover her nipple with my mouth and suck.

“Oh my God.” Her hands slide into my hair, holding me to her. “Keep doing that.”

I twirl my tongue before slipping her nipple between my teeth and gently tugging.

She pulls my hair at that, and I memorize the information, finding another thing my wife likes.

With the water warming behind her, I drop to my knees, kissing across her chest to focus on her other nipple. My hands stay occupied by undoing her jeans. I pull them down, peeling the wet denim off her legs, and leaving her in only a pair of panties.

Hands on her ass, I pull her into me and drop my mouth to kiss over her pussy, right over the lace. She folds over me when I run my rough tongue along her slit, using the fabric to create a delicious friction.

“Need you,” she begs, grabbing at the back of my shirt and pulling until it’s up and over my head. “Please.” She tosses it aside before urging me to stand with her. Kennedy shimmies off her underwear, leaving her entirely naked when she grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to rub against her core. “Please.”

With one hand warm against her, tracing every fold of her pussy, Kennedy makes quick work of my pants as I rid my shoes. She takes it upon herself to tug off my boxer briefs, letting my hard and ready cock spring free.

She moans, this hungry, desperate sound, licking her lips as she looks at me.

I push a finger inside of her, stealing her attention. “Don’t even think about licking your lips again while you’re staring at my cock, or this is going to be over a lot quicker than either of us would like.”

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