Her breasts spill free, full and round, and mine.
Fuck, her nipples are so gorgeously hard.
With a moan I lean down and begin playing with them, pushing them together and bringing my mouth to one and then the other. She whimpers and her hand starts to twitch against my cock, like she finds the pleasure too distracting to keep rubbing.
I glance up at her, my insides broiling. “Are you going to come just from this, beautiful?”
“I don’t know,” she moans, a note of fascination in her voice. “I think… maybe.”
“Fuck. You’re so damn hot.”
I return to her breasts, lavishing them with all the attention they deserve. Her body starts to buck and twitch as I suck one nipple hard and massage the other, tweaking it between my thumb and forefinger.
Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I attack it with my tongue, playing with it the same way I did when I was coaxing that magnificent euphoria from her clit.
I’m not sure how much time passes. It could be a minute or an hour. I don’t care.
All that exists is the taste of her breasts, the feel of them in my hands, and her moans, her moans most of all.
It’s like she’s an instrument, her moaning getting louder and sweeter the more I lick her. She starts to tremble against me, vibrating.
She’s close. I can feel it. I can sense it.
With a growl, I lick her even faster, stunned by the pleasure moving through her. Her breath catches and turns hollow and then she starts to properly buzz against me like there’s a bomb inside of her getting ready to explode.
She gasps and moans again. Her body writhes as the orgasm shatters inside of her.
I lean back, staring at her, never more obsessed with anything in my life. My business doesn’t even come close.
“You horny girl,” I growl, slipping my hand down her hip.
“I didn’t even know that was possible,” she gushes adorably as she pants.
I smirk. “Neither did I.”
We stare at each other for a long moment and then sink into another kiss. I’m not sure who makes the first move. Perhaps it’s her and me, a sign that this is the perfect first time for both of us.
Our kissing becomes erratic as we try to strip each other naked.
Laughing, we stand up, keeping our lips pressed together for as long as possible, only breaking off to remove another item of clothing.
Her hands are busy with my shirt until I just yank it free, and then I do the same to my belt, almost snapping the leather in my eagerness to get it off. I need to be naked with my woman, a burning insistent need nestled deep within demands it.
Finally, we stand bare inches from each other, both of us completely naked.
“Wait.” I step back. “I want to get a proper look at you.”
“Really?” She bites her lip, glancing at me under her eyelashes.
“Really,” I snarl. “And don’t you go getting shy on me now. You look fucking beautiful.”
She’s a tempting picture when she’s dressed but when she’s naked...divine perfection. Her round breasts are all red from my attention, her hips highlighting the shapeliness of her body, her pussy a cute-as-fuck triangle beneath the belly that’s going to carry my children.
“Rub your pussy for me,” I growl, instinct guiding me. “And suck your fingers. Moan as you do it.”
Her eyes light up, glinting. It takes me a moment to read the emotion.
And then it hits me.
Relief, desire, excitement all mix together.
She wants me to tell her what to do.
Which is a damn good thing, because I want to tell her.
Moving slowly, she slips one hand between her legs and brings the other to her lips, opening her mouth and sliding her fingers into her mouth.
My cock pulses. I can feel precome leaking from the tip.
I stare captivated as my fantasies come to life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jessie
Jaxon stands across from me, the lamplight bouncing off the gradations of his muscles and somehow making him look even more ripped. His chest heaves, his pectorals bulging and firm. His stomach is a tight collection of abs and his manhood…
It’s so freaking huge, a giant pole sticking straight up, precome glistening on the end.
I’m stunned by how big he is. His length felt massive when I was rubbing him on the couch, but now it looks at least ten inches long and so thick with a vein running down the side.
His eyes are feral-looking as he stares at me, as I suck my finger and moan. My fingers stroke softly against my clit, my hole soaked, my pussy aching and my womb screaming for his seed.
After what happened, it’s heavenly not to have to think about any nastiness, about any danger, and simply be together.
Sure, nerves try to ruin the moment, that taunting whispering voice trying to sabotage us.