I climbed over Lyra, my body hovering above hers, my knees sinking into the mattress. Her dress had ridden up, exposing her creamy thighs, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened.
I tugged at the knot of her top, the fabric slipping easily from her shoulders, cascading down her arms to reveal her boobs open naked to me. The soft light of the room danced across her soft mounts, highlighting the her perfect form.
"Ahh baby..." My hands moved with a hunger I couldn't suppress, groping both of her boobs, feeling their weight, their warmth. My thumbs traced circles over her nipples, causing her body to jolt with a sharp intake of breath.
"Ahh...so big...just how a perfect married woman should be...hehe," I whispered, my voice low and filled with appreciation. I leaned down, my mouth capturing one of her nipples, my tongue swirling around it, tasting her.
"Ahhh..." she moaned, her voice a sweet melody in the quiet room.
