My Nipple Piercings Made His Cock Hard and My Pussy Wet

One touch had his cock trembling and my pussy squirting

Good morning, beautiful. ❤️🌹

My eyes lit up when I saw the text from my long-distance lover. We saw one another as often as possible, when work obligations took one of us to the other’s state. It wasn’t often enough.

Good morning, sexy. 💋 How’s my big boy doing this morning?

I checked my emails, sipping down my hot, black coffee and soaking up the early morning sunrise peeking over the hills behind the house. My eyes lit up at my chat bell ringing.

Just thinking about you. Craving your mouth on me.

He sent me a picture then. My mouth watered at the sight of his long, thick cock standing at full attention. Nothing fit my mouth better than his dick. Loved the weight of it on my tongue.

Oh, gorgeous, how tasty you look! 😋💦🔥

I tucked my hair behind my ear and grinned at the gif he replied with. He made me smile more than anyone in my life. It’d been weeks since we saw each other last and I missed him. More than I should.

Wish you were here, sexy. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you. 💦🔥

Chat went quiet. I rinsed my mug, started the dishwasher, and threw a load of laundry into the machine before heading to the small apartment over the garage. Size of a two-car garage, it was the perfect size for my interior design business. Large enough to house a desk, drafting table, kitchenette, and a seating area for client meetings.

He must be at work. I brewed a cinnamon dolce latte to lift my spirits and sat at my drafting table, my mind on the other side of the country with my in-demand forensic accountant.

My heart pounded when my chat bell rang a little while later. It was him. I opened the app, a gigantic smile on my face.

How’s your morning going, beautiful?

Pretty good… except for this ache between my legs.

Oh? You need help with that?

Fuck, yes. I need your face buried in my pussy, sexy. So much.

Hell, beautiful, it’s all I’ve thought about all day. Well, that and your new jewelry.

I laughed at the mention of my jewelry. I’d flown home from the coast the day before I my piercing appointment. That was two months ago.

Oh yeah? Ready to twiddle them with your tongue, are you?

Two fingers hitched up my sundress and slipped under my thong, teasing my pussy lips. Wet, I whimpered as memories of Tim’s lips wrapped around my clit washed over me.

I was impatient for his lips on my mine. For when he twiddled my nipple jewelry. The piercings weren’t as painful as I thought they’d be. They’d healed well and were as super-sensitive as I’d heard they could be.

Hell, one brush across my nipples and my pussy clenched, instantly ready for cock. Not that it took much. Something my Tim loved about me. Always ready, willing, and wet for him. Like I was right then.

❤️‍🔥💦🔥😈 How’s my pussy doing this morning? Nice and wet, I bet.

His answer made me giggle. He always knew what I was doing.

You know it, sexy. She’s really missing you.

Silence greeted my response. He was back at work. I loved that we freed our time for each other. His messages throughout the day meant so much to me. But it hurt to not have him with me.

Head back, I stared at the ceiling while rubbing my clit. Hips pulsed as I drew myself closer to climax. Other hand pinched my nipples. I imagined it was Tim, leaning over me, mouth on one boob, tongue playing with my dangling chest ornaments, when the doorbell rang.

Hmm. Not expecting anyone. Reluctantly, my fingers squelched from my pussy and I stood, pulling my thong back into place as I made my way to the door. I slapped my customer service smile on my face and pulled open the thick wooden door.

“Hello, beautiful.” Tim, my lover who lived three time zones away, stood at the apartment door. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Fuck, you smell,” he pulled my fingers into his mouth, sucking my juices from them, “and taste delicious.”

Hand at my back, he guided me into the seating area and pushed the door closed, then locked it. Too surprised to object, I followed him, only catching up when he dropped onto the couch and pulled me into his lap.

“What the hell, sexy?” I cupped his cheeks and kissed him hard. “Give a girl some warning next time, will you?”

“Not a chance.” An evil chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Look on your face was perfect, beautiful.”

He grabbed my thong and pulled, the sound of tearing lace drowning out the low, classic rock playing in the background. Satisfied smirk shining brightly, he pulled my dress up and over my head, pink tongue darting out to moisten his lips. His eyes widened, thumbs caressing my nipple jewelry.

“Go on… they’re all yours, sexy.” My back bowed when his tongue flicked my nipple rings up, desire gushing from my pussy.

Tim moved me onto the couch, undressed, then straddled my lap as I leaned back into the cushions. Knees squeezing my hips, his hard cock slid up between my tits. Fingers squeezing his tip, he ran the swollen head of his cock over my nipples. Cold and hard, the solid gold decorative hoop teased the sensitive spot under his mushroom cap.

I licked my lips, watching the erotic dance his cock did with my tits. Eyes wide, I squirmed. My pussy throbbed. Pre-cum beaded up in his slit, dripping onto my nipples and jewelry. I let loose a guttural cry as an orgasm washed over me.

“Go on, Ash. Grab those tits.” He groaned, rubbing his dick up and down on my chest. “I need to… goddamn.” I cradled his cock with my silky orbs. Strangled his velvety length as he fucked them, head purple head slipping into my mouth. I sucked him, one long draw, before he pulled back through my tits.

Then again, my tongue swirled around his head. My pussy ached. I trembled.

“Need you, sexy. Balls deep. Please.” I was not above begging for that fucking gorgeous cock to fuck me like only he could.

He kissed me, sucking my bottom lip between his, and pulled his hard, slick, angry looking cock from between my boobs. Tim kissed his way down my jaw, then my neck. Over my collarbone.

Tim leaned back, licking his way down my chest. He cleaned up every drop of pre-cum he’d left, sucking my nipples into his mouth as his hard, hot length rested against my thigh.

Fingers digging into my waist, he flipped me over, placing my hands on the back of the couch, and pushing my knees a little wider. He leaned over me, put his lips against my ear, and breathed, “Ready, Ash? Is my beautiful girl ready to get fucked?”

Back arched, head back, I groaned, “Fuck, yes.”

One hand stroking his shaft, Tim notched himself at my entry, pushing in until his balls slapped my ass. Holding himself still, he stroked my back and ass. I wiggled for him, pulling him in as far as I could.

“You wanna be fucked, don’t you, beautiful?” Rotation of his hips had me screaming into the cushions. “You want that cock to take you over that edge you’re sitting on, don’t you?”

“Tim… sexy… please…” Whiny and shrill, I was fucking myself on his cock. “I need y… unhh!” He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me. Hard. Fast. Bruising.

And I loved it. Loved the way he could fuck me rough and then make slow, sweet love to me.

“You’ve. Been. Teasing. Me. Beautiful.” A slap of his hips punctuated each word he barked out. Flesh against flesh. “Pictures. Of those. Gorgeous. Tits.” I cried out, relishing the bruises he was leaving on my smooth, ivory hips. “Your. New. Jewelry.” My cunt clenched, squirting my juices onto the peach couch cushion.

Without slowing down, he reached around to rub my clit. One last pinch and I flew off that cliff into oblivion. Stars flew across my eyes. My vision blacked out. Tim roared his release, yanking me back onto his cock as he twitched and trembled inside me.

He collapsed onto my back, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.

“Holy fuck, beautiful.” I felt him swallow before a slow, deliberate exit from my dripping pussy. “That was. Fuck.”

My lover dropped onto the deep cushions of the couch, pulling me on top of him. He kissed my temple, then my lips, sighing in contentment as his arms tightened around me.

“I missed you, Ash. So much.” He claimed my lips, as he did my heart months ago. “What would you say if I moved?”

Tears in my eyes, I looked up at him and said, “I’d be glad I cleared out those dresser drawers for you after your last visit.”

He lifted me until I sat astride him, then pulled me down onto his already hard cock. Leaning up, he wrapped his lips around my nipple and played with my dangling ring. I gushed and rode him until we were both screaming in ecstasy.