Inspired by - 12. A Study of His Chest

I sat watching Ted sleep on the beach towel. A fly landed and walked across his chest till it seemed to be drawn to his nipple. I couldn't fault the fly, I too was obsessed with his nipples. Slightly larger than a quarter those little peaks of delight had often acted as a siren's call to me. Most of the time they were flat, smooth, and would occasionally smell of his musk and cologne. Flicking my tongue over those sensitive pleasure points I would see the skin swell and little peaks or pyramids form. I teased him during the winter when they would be hard as can be and ask if he was looking to cut diamonds with them. The pale skin around them helped to set off the dark brown of his nipple that grew to a deep tree brown near the very tip. The few hairs on his chest seemed to swirl around the nipple paying it homage. I remembered all too well how earlier I had lavished attention on them tasting the sweat and desire that rolled off his skin. I was roused from my thoughts as the fly took flight. A wicked smile played around my lips as I thought of how I would nibble and bite on them later but for now I'd take pleasure in just applying more sunblock to his delicate skin.