Hidden Feelings

~Nyla❤️‍🔥~

Long Beach California, 1:00AM

    It's not long before I'm wrapping my arms around Jay's neck, letting him lead this unexpectedly hot kiss. No, making out with my best friend in his bed wasn't the intention. I think at least. I think my vagina was begging for it the moment I played volleyball with him on the beach, or the moment we went to that party. Then again, my vagina wants a lot of things, like a thick cock.

    Maybe Jay has that thick cock that I'm so wet for right now.

    I feel his tongue slipping into my mouth, completely controlling the situation without any necessity for access. My lips are already wide open, allowing that taller's tongue to battle with mine. I don't bother to hold in a moan as his mouth continues to continuously crash on mine like the waves lapping outside on the sand.

    My body is already so hot and wet right now. I'm begging for more, my body is, my mind is, and soon, Jay will know that. As if he doesn't already though. I'm sure he knew what my plan was as soon as I asked him to stay in bed with me. I wasn't exactly subtle about it, and he's not the stupidest guy I've ever met. Something tells me he can see flirtatiousness when he sees it. I don't blame him one bit, I'm the one who started, and he played along. Just like I like.

    Before I know it, Jay's hand is slipping up my shirt to my unprotected breast, his hand cupping my soft flesh with ease. I can't even wrap all my fingers around my own ample tit, yet Jay can do it with no effort at all. 36-38DDD boobs are not easy when your hands are literally the size of a lamp cover. Jay on the other hand, uses his large hand ratio to his own advantage.

    He's squeezing and cupping at the warm skin, his thumb brushing over the nipple. It hardens beneath his thumb pad, enough to make me shiver and clench with pleasure. I can feel my pussy secreting its arousal fluid, more than I've ever felt before. Jay knows how to make a woman fall at her feet for him, and his simple nipple squeezing and squishing and playing is making me whine into the kiss. He's got to be teasing me at this point, because his fingers rolling and plucking my hardened bud is driving me insane.

    Soon after, Jay breaks the kiss. With the moonlight from the window shining down upon us. I can see those dark eyes instantly glazed over, like he's drunk off my body and my touch and my lips. "You taste as good as you look..." Jay mumbles with a deep rumble in his chest. God, his chuckle will get me everytime.

    My own eyes darken with lust and desire, a pang of pleasure shooting right to my center. A small tease would do him good, so I run my hand up my body, catching my shirt and slipping it over my head in the process. Tossing it somewhere in the room, I'm shifting my position beneath him. I can feel his eyes roaming over me, which is exactly what I want.

    "My eyes are up here, Mr. Smith." I utter softly with a lightly teasing tone, a smile playing at my lips. His eyes travel down my neck, breasts, and my stomach until he's caught by the strings of my shorts.

    "Don't start with me. You've got too much of a body not to stare at." Jay retorts, his hand gripping my soft and squishy waist. He slides himself between my legs, automatically opening them for his magic entrance. "You've got those big tits," His hands wander to my breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. His index and thumb move over the darkened nipples, twisting and plucking with the amount of pain and pleasure in one. A gasp leaves my lips, and my back arches to the point where it might just snap if he does anything too extreme.

    "You've got this adorable stomach," Jay speaks out softly, his hands going down my body agonizingly slow and grabbing at my waist and stomach. I'm 183lbs, what did he expect? The way he plays with my stomach like it's some soft and squishy play-dooh makes me feel flustered and aroused again.