As we watch some show, I sit up and lean forward. He notices my alert position and teases me about not being able to relax while we play wrestle.
“Are you thinking about this?” he asks, sliding his hand under my sweatshirt. His fingers skim over my skin, until they rub against my nipple, already hardening in anticipation.
Originally, I was just invested in the show, but now my attention is shifted. I lean my head forward, putting my forehead to the back of the couch while I straddle his lap. His hand is fully cupping my breast now, gently massaging.
“Yeah? Is this what you want?” he coos, his other hand reaching up to pet my head.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble into his neck, my lips pressed to the skin. I slowly rub my lips against him before letting my tongue slip out. I trace little circles on his skin, eliciting a groan from my partner.
Both of his hands are now on my breasts, his thumbs circling my perked nipples, occasionally flicking them. I can’t take it anymore, and let out a moan. I place my hands on his shoulders and slowly kiss my way up to his ear. I know how sensitive his ears are, and how he loves it when I play with them.