Chapter 4
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Jye
Ibrought Wynter down with me, laying her gently on the soft rug in front of the fire.
Soft and abundant in all the places that make me hard.
I kissed her lips softly and slowly, letting it travel to her jaw and her neck.
Feather-light caresses from my lips along her silky skin.
It was every bit as soft as I’d imagined.
I was becoming drunk on the taste of her as I left little licks along her collarbone and I made my way down her body.
Her luscious tits begged me to nip and suck them.
I had every intention of doing just that, but first I needed her naked, to see the body that had me transfixed from the minute I met her.
I left little kisses on her nipples, twirling my tongue around each peak before reluctantly pulling away to travel lower, licking my way down her body and over her soft stomach.
“You don’t need to…” she tried to bat my head away from her core. I could hear the embarrassment in her voice, I ignored her and continued toward my target.
“I need to taste you everywhere,” I insisted, twirling my tongue around her navel.
Wynter was a curvy girl, and she probably had some ex tell her she needed to lose weight but to me, she was perfect, every inch of her made me salivate.
I was harder than I’d ever been and she still had her pants on. Not for long, though.
I hooked my fingers under her pants, and she lifted her pelvis, and my brain went haywire.
It felt like she was offering her pussy up for me to worship.
Both her pyjama pants and panties were pulled off quickly, and I positioned myself holding each of her legs in my hands.
I kissed one ankle, then the other, alternating between them as I trailed my mouth up her delectable legs.
The scent of her arousal was driving me crazy the closer I got to her pussy.
She was wet and waiting for me. I rested her thighs on my shoulders and inhaled one last time before running my tongue from slit to clit, and I groaned. With that taste, I was insatiable.
Wynter whimpered as I lapped at her lower lips and then sucked her sensitive little nub.
Adding a little pressure with my tongue, I heard her take a loud breath.
The taste of Wynter was driving me insane.
I released her clit, and my tongue travelled down to her slit, teasing the entrance before I pulled back slightly, replacing my tongue with my index finger.
She whimpered as I slowly pushed in and out of her tight hole with one, then two fingers.
As her panting increased, I placed my mouth over her bud again, hooking my fingers to brush against her g-spot and she called out my name.
I’d never heard a sweeter sound, and I knew I was in trouble, but I chose to ignore that little voice that told me that Wynter was meant to be more to me than a holiday fling. Sitting back, I looked down at her, face flushed, eyes dazed as my fingers continued to coax the last of her orgasm.
“That’s number one,” I said, grinning, and she just nodded with a lazy smile.
I reluctantly pulled my fingers out and placed them in my mouth. The taste was addictive, and I distracted myself by leaning back and rummaging through my duffel bag for a condom. I pulled the box out and laid it next to the rug.
“Was that enough, beautiful, or do you want more?” I ask before I pull down my pants.
“I want more,” she pleaded. “I need you to fuck me, Jye.”
I didn’t question her; I just pulled my pants off and sheathed my aching cock.
She looked exquisite lying there, looking up at me like I’d just blown her world apart, like she was ready for me to put it all back together.
Running my hard length against her wet seam, Wynter moaned, her eyes glazing over but never leaving mine.
It did things to me I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
“I bet you want to feel this thick cock deep inside you,” I teased.
“Yes, Jye, please just fuck me,” she begged, and in that moment I wanted to claim her, plunge into her and make her forget any man but me. I couldn’t handle looking into her eyes any longer and pulled back.
“Turn over, gorgeous, I need to be deep inside.” I watched as she rolled over, presenting her ass to me on her knees. The smooth, pale skin on display was like a buffet I wanted to nip and suck. She was so perfect it was driving me crazy.
I notched myself in and slid home. Wynter fit me like a glove. I had to pause and put myself together or I wouldn’t be able to bring her to that second orgasm. She wiggled, showing that she was ready for more, but was I?
“Be patient, I need this to be good for you, and being inside you feels amazing. I need you to come again.” I was too close to the edge.
“Don’t care, I need you to pummel me hard and fast.” What she wanted, she got.
I pulled back almost all the way out and slammed back into her; her moan was music in my ears.
Not sure how long I could last, I encouraged her to play with her clit because I had a promise to keep and only one box of condoms to do it.
With her whimpers and groans all the encouragement I needed, I hammered into her. She haphazardly applied pressure to her clit, and before long I felt the telltale flutter around me, her climax milking mine out of me.
Wynter collapsed on the rug with a contented sigh as I withdrew out of her, leaning down to kiss her hard with what breath we had left.
“Two,” I said as I sat back to take off the condom, and tied a knot in it. I stood up to dispose of the condom.
“You’ll have to up your game if you think I can’t count past two,” she replied, cheekily.
“Oh, we’ve only just started warming up,” I said as I lay back down and kissed her again.