She felt his hands cup their heavy weight and she leaned back into him. But it wasn’t his fingers she felt on her nipples, like she expected.
Instead, he held the twin globes up like a gift to his friends and Beth sucked in a noisy breath then let it out on an even louder groan as two mouths simultaneously latched onto her engorged nipples. One sucked while the other nibbled. The contrast blew her mind.
Her head lolled back onto Mitch’s shoulder, and he nuzzled it to one side, so he had better access, then proceeded to suck and nibble a trail of hot, wet kisses down her neck.
Someone pushed her legs wider apart. She didn’t know who. She was too lost in the sensations. Her shoes and stockings were still in place, and she had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand she felt sexy and daring. But on the other she would like to have their hands directly on her skin. And the high heels definitely didn’t help when it came to feeling so drunk on lust that it was already hard to stand up, without having to balance on a pair of four-inch stilettos.
Her stray thoughts were purged once again when she felt something soft tickle against the strip of bare skin at the top of her stockings. For a moment she couldn’t place it. Then a pair of hands gripped her firmly behind her knees and she realized it must have been the fleeting skim of hair against her thigh.
And after that everything was a haze as a hot, experienced tongue licked confidently all the way up her seam before swirling around the pouting, aching bud of her clit where it poked from under its protective hood, begging for attention.
It didn’t take much. She was already primed and ready to detonate.
Just a few heady licks had her lady bits cheering. A heavy pinch on her nipples providing the perfect opposing stimulation. Teeth sinking into that juncture of her neck where it met her shoulder, that always drove her wild. And Beth exploded, her climax heaving over the crest and obliterating her senses with euphoria.