Chapter 19 #5
The tremble of her legs increases, and I move my fingers faster before leaning forward to take her clit in my mouth again. Her back arches off the bed, and I can see her fighting against it, but I know she won’t win.
“Fuck. Zander,” she pants, her tone pleading with me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she gives a rough tug. She’s so close now, and even if she doesn’t know how to ask for what she wants, I know, and I’m more than happy to help her.
I take her sensitive bundle of nerves between my teeth and apply the slightest bit of pressure while still rubbing my tongue against it.
She fucking detonates.
Her legs clamp around my head like a vice grip, but I couldn't care less. She could squeeze until my fucking head explodes if she wants to.
I watch as her orgasm tears through her. Her mouth drops open, and she lets out a scream of pleasure so loud I’d be shocked if the whole house didn’t hear it. It’s the most perfect sound I have ever heard and fits her so damn well. I almost hope that they did hear it.
I slow my pace and release her clit so I can sit back and enjoy the view as I continue to move my fingers inside her, making sure to pull every bit of her pleasure from her.
Her legs continue to tremble even after she collapses back onto the bed in a sweaty, panting mess of limbs and wild hair, still just as breathtaking as always.
I pull my fingers free of her pussy and smile at how fucking wet they are.
Dropping a few scattered kisses on her legs, I stand up from my place on the floor between her legs.
She cracks open an eye to peer at me as I climb onto the bed. My weight jolts her around as I lie down next to her. While she watches me, I bring my fingers to my mouth before sucking them clean, I wasn’t joking about how delicious she is, and I refuse to waste the taste of her.
Even as worn out as she clearly is, there's no mistaking the heat that dances in her eyes as she watches me. Pulling my fingers from my mouth, I lean in to steal a kiss from her. It’s soft and sweeter now that I’ve used up most of her energy, but no less addicting.
I push my tongue into her mouth just the slightest bit to give her a taste of herself.
Her breathing hitches, and I pull back with a satisfied smirk.
I get out of bed and walk to the dresser, where her clothes, towel, and brush lie abandoned. I gather them up and return to her, dropping them in the spot I was in a moment ago.
Her brow knits in confusion as she looks from them back to me.
“We have plans, Doll,” I tell her as she pushes herself onto her elbows to better look up at me, “unless you're too tired now,” I say in a mocking tone that has her rolling her eyes at me as she slides to the edge of the bed where I stand. At least she appears to be getting used to my teasing.
I jump slightly, abruptly pulled from my thoughts. Jade hadn’t moved from her spot in front of me on the bed, but she’s reached forward to rest her hand on my still, rock-hard cock through my sweats.
I look down to find her already looking at me. Mischief dances in her eyes as her grip tightens and loosens, causing my cock to jump in her hand.
Slowly, I move my hand down onto hers before pulling it away.
Fuck, this is so much harder to do than it should be. No pun intended.
“None of that, Doll. We have somewhere to be,” I tell her as I nod to the pile of clothes sitting untouched on her bed beside her.
Her lip juts out in the slightest bit as if she’s pouting, “But-”
“No buts,” I cut her off with a shake of my head. “This wasn’t about me,” I tell her, hoping she can hear the sincerity in my voice. I’ve never been more serious. I didn’t do this so that she would repay the favor. I don’t need her to do anything out of a sense of obligation.
Still, she doesn’t make a move for her clothes, and I can’t help but sigh as I continue to look at that fucking pouty lip of hers. Seeing her like this makes me want to give her anything and everything, and it’s killing me to deny her, but I know she will love the library.
I bend forward and lightly grip her chin, “I have something I really want to show you,” I tell her. She opens her mouth to interrupt me, but I just push on, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t revisit this. We can do this as often as you want, so long as it doesn’t cut into my surprises for you.”
She snaps her mouth shut as she considers my words before giving me a stiff nod.
I gently touch my lips to her nose in a soft kiss before releasing her chin so she can get dressed. Taking a few steps back, I can’t help but watch her, all the while wondering how this girl, this supposed killing machine, has turned me into such a fucking sap.
She gets dressed and brushes her freshly tangled hair before putting her towel away in the bathroom.
When she finishes, she bounces over to me, damn near skipping with a smile before she laces our fingers together, and I realize I don’t care.
If being a sap means I get to have her like this, I’ll fucking be that all day every day. For the rest of my life.
“Okay, I’m dressed. Now, what's the plan?” she asks, the excitement clear on her face, but I just shake my head.
“I told you it’s a surprise. You're really not good at these, you know.” I squeeze her hand as I lead her to the door and out into the hall with a chuckle.
“No,” she laughs softly, “I’m not. There are lots of things I’m learning about myself with you,” She says it as if it's an off-hand comment, but I feel there's more to it than that.
I catch her eye and raise a brow at her in question.
“Oh, and what else have you learned?” I ask, watching her cheeks turn a deep shade of red as she shakes her head almost violently back and forth.
“Oh, nothing. I was just saying in general,” she squeaks out, but based on her reaction. I’m not buying it. I let it go in favor of leading her down the hall and through the kitchen. I can always think of a way to get the truth out of her later.
The thought is enough to almost make me rethink our plans and head back to the bedroom, but two steps into the library, I know I made the right call.
Jade’s jaw goes slack as her eyes widen, taking in the library's layout and every single book that surrounds her. She twirls in a small circle, and I drop her hand to stand back and watch her again.
She’s like a fucking magnet. Everything about her draws me to her.
The smile that lights her face is so big and happy that I also find myself smiling. My stomach feels funny as I continue to watch her, but I ignore it. I’m not sure what exactly these feelings I have for her are, but I hope they never go away.