Taking a deep breath, you begin to move your fingertips, massaging her breast gently. closes her eyes and exhales sharply. Your soft finger movements turn into a full hand rubbing, rolling her hardening nipple against your palm. She bites her lip subconsiously.
"Is this normal?" You ask softly.
"Yeah...it's just...like rubbing my arm...or something..." She gasps as you caress her boob. She's definitly enjoying it, but, thanks to her vast denial, you don't know if she truly wants it.You decide to kick it up a notch and catch her stiff nipple between our thumb and index finger. Slowly, you roll it between your fingers. lets out a quiet cry and you start to tweak it a little harder.
"And is this normal?" You ask.
"This is more...ohgod...of a gray area." She pants and her other hand comes up to start playing with her other nipple. You notice this was a small smirk. You swiftly move behind her and take control of the other nipple with your free hand, pushing hers out of the way.
"Let me handle that." You tell her, tweaking both of her sensative nipples. She groans and drops her head back over the edge of the tub, almost onto your shoulder. You hear some frenzied splashing and, looking over her body, you can see her hand disappearing into the bubbles in front of her. You can tell by arm placement and movement that she is rubbing herself.
More turned on than ever, you look back at her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth is open ever so slightly, allowing shaky breaths and low moans to escape unhindered. You have the sudden urge to kiss her. |