The Nipple Kiss

There's something to be said about the power of a kiss. The feeling of her nipple barely touching my own. Watching as they harden simultaneously. My body hovering above hers, lowering just enough for my nipple to graze across hers. They mingle together, flirting and cohercing one another to attention. Moving in a slow motion I set into a rocking motion, teasing her nipple and grabbing at it with my own. The tingle starts at the tip and travels down below. My hair brushes her face as my leg slides between hers. Carefully, both of my nipples meet hers and her breathing quickens. Slowly still rocking... my chest presses into hers. Her nipples rock hard beneath my own, I press my chest into hers. The friction between our bodies heightens our senses making our nipples ache. My leg pressing with the rest of me, I feel the power of this nipple kiss by the dampness on my thigh. Picking up the pace, with my nipples errect and pressed to hers, I place my mouth on her neck as she thrusts into my thigh and lets out a glorious moan.