Chapter Nineteen

I WRAPPED MY ARM AROUND HIS WAIST and led him over to the bed. He began to scoot back.

“Let me help you.” I climbed onto the bed and scooped him up in my arms, then inched across the mattress on my knees, placing him down on the pillows.

He bit the corner of his lip, blinking at me, so unsure of himself in a bra and panties, but he looked so fuckable. His nipples were erect under the fabric of the gray cotton bra he had on, and his stomach was round and developing a line down the middle. And those underwear on him with those polka dots, dear Lord. I gulped and adjusted myself, soaking him in with my eyes. Gone were his pectoral muscles, now small swells of bosom. He put his arms across his chest, and I shook my head. I had seen him so many times naked. I didn’t know why now he was so shy about being in front of me in a bra, but I guess it was like he said—he still had a lot to process about his new life. I got between his legs, kissing his belly.

I kissed the soft fabric of his bra and took his breast in my mouth.

He let out a stuttered breath. I bit his nipple through the fabric and touched between his legs, feeling his length strain against the thin panties. I rubbed my hands over his abdomen and then his length, and he bucked his hips, whispering my name. I pushed back the cup of his bra and lashed my tongue at his nipple and slid my hand down his undies.

“Please wear the bra and panties every day.”

He bit the corner of his lip. “Maybe.”

“I think you should take some time to get to know your new body.”

“I didn’t do a body swap,” he said, breathing heavily. God, I loved turning him on.

“Yes, but now you have this growing chest, this belly. Maybe you should touch it.”

He pouted. “I want you to.”

“It might help you become more comfortable with ….”

“My breasts.”

“Please touch them, yourself.” I gulped, praying he would, knowing it’d be hot as fuck to watch.

He cupped his breasts in his hands, and I nodded, encouraging him to go on. He massaged them some in his palms and then pulled back the other cup of his bra so both breasts were hanging out and began to play with his nipples. He hissed.

“Be gentle with yourself. Explore your whole body.”

He tweaked his one nipple and ran his other hand over his baby bump. He slid it back up and tugged on his hard peak, then pushed his hand into his underwear.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

As he began to stroke himself and pinch his rosy bud, he started to breathe heavier and arched his back. It was so damn arousing. He gasped and shook as he touched himself with more vigor. He let go and took both his breasts in his hands, pinching his nipples and bucking his hips.

I kneeled between his legs, and he nodded. I tickled his hole with my fingertip, wetness already seeping out.

He gripped my biceps, and as I slid a finger in, his mouth dropped open. I eased in another, leaning over him and putting my mouth on his breast, sucking and pulling on his luscious nipple. I cupped his other breast in my palm as I scissored my fingers open inside him.

“Oh. Oh,” he said as I twisted them. I kissed over his belly and down to his cock, tugging down the front of his panties, setting it free. I took him in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, and pressed in a third finger. Right when he was on edge, I pulled my fingers out, giving him a devilish grin.

He panted and moaned. “Bauer.”

I got down between his legs, moved his undies aside, diving my face between his cheeks.

He gasped and mewled as I licked his sensitive rim and dove my tongue inside. He bowed his back, gripping the sheets, and I glanced up, seeing him in that bra with his breasts hanging out, his nipples so erect, and those boyfriend briefs, I couldn’t resist anymore. I got on my knees, pushed his panties out of the way, and plunged into his depths.

He was still so tight, and I moaned as I bottomed out. Putting both my hands on either side of his head, I rocked my hips and crashed my lips to his. He moaned and gasped as I moved, and when I grabbed his ass, tilting his hips a certain way, finding the right angle, he cried out. There it was. I drove hard into his spot until he was a shaking mess, then I pulled out a bit and reangled my hips, hitting his prostate. I moved back and forth between the two spots, and he was rendered speechless. As he dealt with all the sensations, I unhooked his bra, pulled it off him, and feasted on his tasty nipples.

My balls tightened as he screamed, digging his fingers into my back as his body spasmed. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold it so he could finish. He kept trembling and tightening around me. I took his whole breast in my mouth, and he flexed his back, throwing his head into the pillows. This was it, what I now lived for. Bringing him ultimate pleasure.

He panted and gasped, whimpering, and when I moved my hips and began to release, he scrunched up his face, dropping his mouth open. We came together in a screaming fit of passion.