Friends (Pico x Nene)

Chapter 6

Warning: nsfw

Everywhere he touched left tiny shocks of electricity under her skin, causing her to lose her breath. She was shaking and longing for more. He whispered into her ear, “Breathe, I’ve got you.” Nene was lost in this. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pulled down the straps and let it fall.

This time it was him who had to catch his breath, he almost looked afraid to take another move when he looked at her and said, “Is this okay, do you still want this?” Nene shook her head. He finally took her breasts in his hands. Those same sparks of electricity now localized in her tits, her nipples begging for attention. He knew, and obliged, gently pulling and thumbing the sensitive nubs. Nene didn’t realize she was leaning into him and panting until he chuckled a little and she looked up into his eyes, slightly embarrassed she looked away and caught a glimpse of his end of things.

He let up on his exploration of her breasts and soft stomach, reached down and looked for her okay in her face and slowly removed her panties, following his hands all the way to the ground. She quite literally could no longer breath. She felt dizzy, and excited, and full of want.

He picked her up effortlessly and placed her on the bed. He realized he was still in his boxers, looking at her, pulling down his boxers down and Nene was pleased to see her previous observations were correct.

He came and laid next to her, pressing their bodies together in a combination of skin and sweat, her soft and full to his lean and muscled perfection with just the right amount of give in the right places. That smell, bourbon and sage mixed with her perfume was intoxicating.

She could hear him breathing a little ragged and noticed he was also shaking a bit, Nene was pleased to know she wasn’t the only one. They kissed, exploring each other with their mouths, him kissing over her throat, her shoulders, and finally her breasts.

Then kissed his way down her body. He stopped to plant kisses every few inches, her stomach, her thighs, one above and below her belly button, he kept going up and down and making her mad in apprehension. Just when she thought his teasing would never end, he placed his lips right on her own lips.

To her dismay, he pulled back and gestured “one moment” to her, while she watched him grab a pillow. He placed the pillow under her lower back, grabbed her arms and pulled them down, placed her legs in her hands and told her to stay like this until he said otherwise.

He spread her open, and licked from the very bottom to the top, just narrowly avoiding her clit. Nene wasn’t sure if she could handle this any longer and tried grinding into him. He smiled into her, knowing he was driving her crazy and finally contacted the sensitive little organ.

Nene quivered underneath him while his tongue caressed and enveloped every single fold and crease of her most intimate area. She couldn’t breathe, she was gasping and crying out, long had she abandoned holding her legs and was digging her hands into anything she could grab, his back, his head. She pressed him deeper.

He kept bringing her to the edge and backing her down, she begged him to let her and he silently shook his head.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he reached up with one arm under her left leg and brought it up close to her, the other arm he grasped onto her breast, massaging it in an intoxicating rhythm, and set his tongue on a course directly for her clit.

Nene felt herself climbing higher and higher, building that pressure up and up. He never faltered or changed intensity or depth, just a glorious, delicious attention straight on her bud. Finally, with a scream and a return of her oxygen, she burst. She could feel herself flow onto him, and he slowed down, following her to the other end of her orgasm.