As I sit before you, my sheer black top and no bra, the mesh gently brushing my nipples, you’re knelt between my legs. My nipples are eye level. We say nothing. As I breathe my chest rises and falls, the material shifts and my nipples grow ever more hard. I look at your gaze and it’s as if I’m not here. You watch them tickle my top from the inside. Rise. Fall. Rise. Fall.

Finally you touch me. But barely. One finger ever so gently brushes my left nipple through the mesh. I shudder. Your stare unbroken and my top still in place, you gently brush your palm across my right nipple. The tease is starting to frustrate me.

Lifting the fabric gently away and across from my chest, my left nipple is now exposed. Naked, vulnerable and inches from your unbroken gaze. Barely touching me, your lips kiss it. My whole breast shaking as I shudder with pleasure and anticipation.

And then it happens. You look up at me to see the pleasure pain look written all over my face. You’re watching me, watching you. Your tongue slides out of your mouth, hovering millimetres from my nipple. I’d told you this was my fantasy and you’re determined to get it exactly right. Your tongue doesn’t move. Doesn’t change shape, but your head moves closer and slowly rubs your hot tongue on my nipple. Heaven. Up and down. Up and down. Fuck.

You’re getting it absolutely perfect. And that means I know how it’s going to go next which makes me even more excited.

Another kiss and you hold the tip of my nipple between your pursed lips. Your tongue poking and rubbing it from inside your mouth. And then it starts. The suction. In it goes. Further. Harder. Stronger. In further. Even harder. No let up. No break. The pain is hot as fuck and I know I’m soaking. And there you hold it. Perfect suction for what seems like half an hour. The blood rushing into my nipple. It escapes your mouth only when you pull too far away and it pops out of your mouth. Red. Swollen. Sensitive.

My right nipple has just witnessed its future.