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.