Chapter 21 #2
“What?” She immediately pulls her hand away and scoots back to look at the spot. She frowns and pushes me flat onto my back. “You didn’t tell me about this bruise,” she says with an accusing sharpness.
“I didn’t even know there was a bruise. It’s fine.” I pull her on top of me. “Let’s go back to making out.”
I groan when she wiggles out of my hold and sits up, only now she’s straddling my hips with my cock snuggled under her weight.
“Maybe we should stop in case there’s another injury you aren’t aware of.”
“There’s not.” I’m throbbing beneath her. Knowing there’s only two layers of clothes separating us is fucking torture. Is she as wet as I am hard?
“Your voice is strained. How can I trust you aren’t lying to me?”
I squeeze her hips. “My voice is strained for a very specific reason.”
Her lips part as I drag her along my length. “Oh.” She swallows and her eyes flutter shut. “Oh, don’t stop. Fuck that feels good.”
My dick pulses beneath her. She looks like a goddess above me.
Her hair wild and tumbling down her shoulders.
The tiny tank top she wears leaves nothing to the imagination as her nipples strain against the fabric.
I reach up and run my thumb over one of the pebbled peaks. Her eyes fly open and lock on my face.
I need to kiss her. To taste her lips on mine while she squirms and grinds against me. I lift my other hand and cup her neck, pulling her down for another long, deep kiss. She braces her hands on my chest and keeps rocking her pelvis over mine. Heat gathers in the base of my spine.
I nearly whimper when she breaks away from my lips and sits back up. My lips tingle from the loss. Just as I’m about to pull her back down to me, she grabs the hem of her top. I freeze as she lifts the soft material over her head revealing a body I’ve spent way too long fantasizing about.
She has the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.
I watch with awe as she grabs both my hands and lifts them to her chest. The gravity of her giving me permission to explore her body like this makes me want to simultaneously combust and worship her.
Her breasts fill my hands perfectly, as if she’d been sculpted just for me.
I explore different types of touch with her, gentle caresses and sharp pinches.
Her hips jerk, and she releases a high-pitched gasp when I twist her nipples.
“Feel good?” I ask, my voice thicker than it’s ever been.
“Yes,” she answers breathily. “More.”
I shift her lower and sit up, taking a nipple in my mouth. Her head falls back on a long moan as her hips pick up the pace of their rocking. My balls tighten as I feel the heat of her pussy dragging over my length. Her nails drag along my scalp as she holds my face to her body and moans my name.
My cock jerks, and I know there’s no way I can stop what’s coming. I switch to her other nipple, and this time when she gasps with pleasure, my own orgasm slams into me. I come in long, hot spurts. My heart pounds against the cage of my chest while wave after wave of pleasure ricochets through me.
I release her nipple with a pop and rest my forehead in the valley of her breasts. Her heart beats fast but not as quickly as mine. Then she giggles. I drop my head back and look up at her with what I can only imagine is the goofiest smile on my face.
“Did you just come in your pants?”
I nod, my cheeks heating. “I did.”
She presses a kiss to my lips. “That’s so cute.”
“Cute, huh?”
She squeals when I flip us. Her body bounces on the mattress beneath me. I stay propped up on my arm and let my eyes travel the length of her body.
“What are you doing?” She wiggles against the mattress under my intensity.
I press my finger to her lips. “It’s your turn now.” Her chest rises with a deep breath as I drag the pad of my finger from her lips, over her chin, and down her neck. “Remember to tell me to stop if I do something you don’t want.”
She nods as my finger charts a lazy path over the mound of her breasts, visiting each nipple with soft circles.
My palm flattens over her soft stomach, gliding over her navel and then stopping with just my fingertips under the hem of her shorts.
I look back up to her eyes, wanting to make sure it’s okay to keep going.
Only when she gives me a quick nod of her head do I continue.
Much to my delight and equal torment, I realize she’s not wearing any panties beneath her shorts.
My fingers coast over the patch of soft curls until I find her slit.
As I slip a finger between her folds, I find her fully soaked for me.
My fingers explore her wet heat until I find the spot that makes her body arch off the bed.
“There?” I circle the spot and watch her face, cataloging every micro expression that crosses it.
“Yes,” she gasps as I move my finger faster. “Just like that.”
I quickly replace my finger with my thumb, making sure to keep the right speed and pressure. But I want to sink my fingers inside her. I need to feel her walls tremble around me while she comes apart at my will.
Her toes curl as I plunge into her pussy.
One of her hands fists the comforter beneath her while the other covers my wrist. She pants as I work her body, trying my hardest to make this good for her.
The sound of her wet pussy around my fingers is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I wish I could tear her shorts off and watch her body swallow my fingers.
Even seeing my hand moving beneath the thin fabric is obscenely sexy.
“Xander.” She squeezes my wrist. “I’m gonna come.” She drags in a breath and holds it as her head tips back into the pillow. Her pulse beats wildly at the base of her neck.
“That’s the idea. Give it to me, Jade. Soak my hand.”
Her pussy tightens reflexively around my fingers as her wetness runs down my palm. With each trembling squeeze of her walls I give her a slow stroke, extending her pleasure as long as I can. As her breathing slows and the tremors stop, I reluctantly pull my hand from between her legs.
Pink splotches dot her chest and face as she catches her breath.
A shy smile lifts her lips. She watches as I bring my fingers to my mouth and wrap my lips around them.
I’m not strong enough to resist tasting her.
Her eyes flare, both in surprise and heat at the moan I release when the tangy taste of her coats my tongue.
“Fuck, you taste incredible.” I lean down and press a long kiss to her lips, letting her get the slightest bit of her flavor on her tongue.
She cups my cheek when I lift myself back up. “We’re so fucked.”