Chapter 22 #2
Working my way down her stomach, I place a tender kiss on her bump, slightly less toned than the rest of her, and my heart races when I realize that’s my baby.
We haven’t been like this. I haven’t been this close to my little bear, and suddenly the reality of everything that’s about to change hits me all at once. I couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
With my fingers hooked into both sides of her shorts, I pull down, leaving them around her ankles as I lean forward and lick a line straight through her soaked panties.
“Jase, oh fuck,” she cries out and my cock fucking leaks, precum soaking my tip.
I’m so fucking hard and swollen, ready to come, and I haven’t even tasted her yet. She’s more responsive than she was that night, and it’s killing me to be patient.
“Fuck, baby. If you could only see how fucking beautiful you are, Monroe.”
“I want you, please.” I smile against her cunt, rolling my tongue over her clit through the thin fabric. She throws her head back, her fingers gripping my sheets, and she lifts her hips, pressing them further against my mouth, searching for the heat of my tongue.
She’s so eager for me, almost desperate to feel my lips on her sweet pussy. It riles me up, and I’m practically salivating at the memory of how sweet she really is.
I blow softly against her center, the stubble of my short beard rubbing against her inner thigh. “Tell me, Moonshine. Tell me what you want?”
She lets out a soft whimper as her fingers dig into my hair. “I want you to make me come. I want your tongue on my pussy, not just through my panties but on my flesh. I want you to lick me, to suck me and fuck me with your tongue until I’m coming with your name on my lips.”
Her blue eyes are nearly black, desire emanating from every inch of her.
“You’re fucking killing me, baby.” I want her so fucking bad. I want to do all of that and so much more to her, but I also know she’s in a lustful haze driven by desire and need. I can’t move too fast or I might bring her out of it and break the spell she’s under.
When I take the waistband of her underwear between my teeth, she’s already trembling against me. Pulling her underwear down her legs, I bend her knees to get the perfect view of her swollen and wet pussy. “Perfection, baby.”
Dear God, I hadn’t realized how utterly obsessed I was with this woman, but everything about her is exactly what I need. I get on my knees, and hook my hands around her hips, pulling her closer to taste her again.
I lean forward, my hands tucked under her thighs as I blow softly against her lips. “You’re soaking, Moonshine.”
With my hands under her thighs, I spread her wider, licking through her swollen lips and letting her arousal coat my tongue.
“Yes,” she whimpers, and I groan like a starved man who just had his first taste of his favorite meal. I lick a long path through her lips, swirling around her clit. “Fuck, Jase, that feels so good.”
“Scream my name, baby,” I say, flicking her clit once more.
“You're such a good girl, Monroe, so fucking responsive. You were made for me. This pussy is meant for my lips, for my cock.” I lick faster, sucking her clit into my mouth, and she cries out a sweet little sound that makes me groan in frustration. I’m so fucking hard it’s painful.
In a matter of minutes, she’s bucking and rolling her hips, seeking my mouth. I latch onto her pussy, licking and sucking like my life depends on it, and the tremor that runs through her body has me feeling so fucking accomplished.
I run my fingers over her lips where my tongue just licked through, inserting two inside her sweet pussy and pumping them hard as my thumb flicks her clit.
“Come on me, Moonshine. Come on my hand. Let me feel the way your body vibrates with pleasure as I fuck you so good with my fingers.”
“Oh God, yes. Fuck, Jase,” she cries out, as her entire body vibrates, her pussy contracting around my fingers. “I'm going to come.”
I lick faster as she comes on my tongue and suck every last drop of her, stunned by how hard she’s come and how quickly I got her there. The first time we had sex, she made me work for it.
She’s still spasming around my fingers when I ease them out of her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her chest rises and falls with unsteady breaths, but it’s her glistening pussy that has me fucking mesmerized.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good. Like watermelon moonshine, so goddamn delicious.”
Carefully, I lean forward, hovering over her until my lips are a mere inch from hers.
I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips, and the whimper that leaves her makes my cock push against her, so desperate to slip inside her and feel her come on it.
I’m so close to making her mine again. So close to proving this is more than just some fucking game she thinks we’re playing.
I pull away just to breathe in the scent of her arousal and sweetness of sweat and vanilla perfume.
I kiss her neck, whispering against her heated flesh. “How am I not supposed to fall for you, Moonshine?”
The moment the words leave my lips, I feel her immediately tense beneath me, but I don’t regret a damn thing I said. Her tits are heaving as she sits up, her face pale and eyes shot wide.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when I notice the terror-stricken expression on her face. “Monroe, tell me what’s wrong.” She shakes her head, fear forcing her into a panic.
“I have to go.”