He gently curves his huge palms around them. Then he does that thing that guys always seem compelled to do. He jiggles them a little and follows it up by brushing his thumbs over my nipples. “Fuck, your tits.” “It’s probably more gratifying for you than me.” His eyes shoot to mine. “I didn’t mean that literally, just that they’re amazing.” “Thanks. I’m pretty attached to them.” Why am I making bad jokes when he’s holding my boobs and saying nice things about them? His tongue drags across his bottom lip. “Can I kiss them?”
