Lingerie night - part I.

Eve had the idea last night. She wanted to slip into our sexiest lingerie and play. The second she asked me to fix the hooks and snaps on her bra, my hands brushed bare skin and the game changed. I let my fingers linger. I traced the edge of lace across the curve of her breast, and she pressed back into my touch. The blonde strands of her hair fell over my shoulder as she turned. I unhooked the clasp slowly, watching the straps slide down her arms, freeing the heavy swell of her tits. She faced me, flushed, and the pink tips tightened under my gaze. I leaned in, took one nipple between my lips and sucked until she moaned. Her brunette hair spilled over her face when she tilted her head back. She tugged at the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my thighs. Naked except for stockings and heels, we sank onto the bed. I pushed her onto her back and kissed a line between her breasts, down her stomach, until my mouth found the soft heat between her legs. My tongue moved in slow, wet circles. She grabbed my hair, held me there, hips rolling against my mouth. I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her clench and flutter around them. She came hard, thighs trembling against my cheeks, breath breaking into short, sharp cries. When she caught her breath she rolled me over, returning the favor with eager lips and careful teeth. We took our time. Hands and mouths until the room smelled of sweat and perfume and we were both shaking.