Her Nipple Piercings

I've always been a fan of biting, walking out of the bedroom wearing bruises across my chest and neck. I feel powerful but also dominated. Wearing piercings is like a naughty present for him, but makes you feel so good — the smile a man would make, the cheeky twitch of the mouth desperately trying not to look smug, as he takes off your bra to reveal 2 metal bars gleaming on two very perk nipples.

The way his tongue can roll them, his lips gently pull the barbells to either side — it's an entirely new way to feel pleasure from your now even more sensitive nipples. Every bit of pressure his mouth makes you feel ten times more against that cold metal and his hot, heavy breathing.

With him on top, your harder nipples graze his chest, his collar bones, his nose, and his lips. It makes you want to pull him closer with your chest crushed against his as your thighs tighten around his legs, and his thrusts deepen. Each push and pull tugs at your nipples, brushing harder and harder against his hot body.

With him behind, he pulls your body in close and lifts you to sit up by your hair. Suddenly both hands grasp around your chest to pinch your nipples, the bars, and the sensation is so intense it radiates across your front as he presses his entire body against yours. Every pinch, twist, tap is like an explosion through your upper body. You press your hands over his, interlocking your fingers. Your breathing is heavy and you close your eyes as you feel more than you could ever imagine.

You're on top, his hands caressing and squeezing your waist as you slowly lower yourself — your hands gently tapping and stroking your nipples, alternating from skin to barbell, feeling the bar rotate and slide. You tilt your head back, allowing your hair to fall down, tickling your back, massaging and grasping your tits too hard. You scratch yourself.

He flips you over with one arm cradling you and the other squeezing your thigh, opens your legs, and stops. He smiles, and gently kisses your neck, kisses your chest, kisses your nipple. His tongue gets more boisterous, twisting and turning, and then he bites the bar and pulls. You gasp. Your hand leaps to your throat as he bites down on your tits and thrusts again and again and again. You scream, clawing at the sheets and as you tremble and writhe. He pinches both nipples, crushing the bars and then as you exhale with your mouth gaping open, he leans in and bites your neck. Your entire body wraps around his, every single muscle tensing.

You lie limp on the bed to catch your breath. He smiles and kisses your aching nipples, the bars now hot and sweaty. Your whole body sweating, you lie there panting as he gently massages your thighs and your waist as he leans over your body, still inside you. You're so wet he can't resist to continue delicately pushing deeper as you moan from pleasure. You can't decide if you want more as your heart is still racing but you still feel every inch of his body pressing against you. You bite your lip and take a deep breath in. He kisses your neck. He kisses your earlobes and then, finally, kisses your lips.

You feel powerful and sexy to wear your piercings. The pain you went through doesn't scratch the surface of the pleasure you ache for. He adores them, a trophy of how you take control of your body and please him nonetheless. You are his Goddess.