I moan and buck against him until he releases my nipple.
“This is your last chance to back out, Bree.”
“Back out?” My brain is lust dazed, and his words are fuzzy.
“Yes,” he confirms, resting his forehead against mine. “Once we make it to my room, class is in session. No turning back.”
I’m naked and wrapped around him, yet he’s giving me the option to back out?
“Hell, no.”
Jason carries me his room. I hear the door slam behind us as he lowers me on the bed. His eyes never leave my face as his towel falls. My curiosity has my eyes roaming over his body, taking in all his glory.
Naked Jason is great; aroused Jason is inspiring, but naked-aroused Jason is mesmerizing. He eyes me hungrily as he moves to the foot of the bed.
“You look delicious in my bed, Bree.”
His voice makes me shiver. Jason’s big hand grips me under my knee and pulls me to him. Once my ass is perched on the edge of the bed, Jason drops to his knees. He pushes my already parted legs farther apart.
His finger sliding down my wet slit has me whimpering. Jason has expertly kept me aroused to the edge of insanity all week. Being here in his bed with him between my legs has fast become my biggest fantasy.
“What did I say I was going to do, Bree?”
I prop myself up on my elbows to see him better. It’s hard to concentrate with his finger continuing to trace my slit.
“U-use your tongue?”
“Is that how I said it?” Jason cocks his head to the side, challenging me.
“No.”
Jason’s finger continues its torture.
“Tell me what I said.”
“Y-you said you’re going to tongue my pussy.”
Jason’s smile is predatory.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t sound sure.”
I moan because he adds another finger.
“I’m sure.” I feel my juices trickling down.
Jason leans in. I can feel the air of his words on my lady bits as he speaks.
“Make me believe you want it.”
“Please,” I whimper. “Eat my pussy, Jason.”
His tongue caresses me in a way I’ve dreamed about all week. My head rolls to the side but doesn’t fall back because I want to watch. His tongue becomes more aggressive and possessive with each stroke. I feel more than I’ve ever felt with any sex act before this. He watches me as I watch him. His green eyes assessing every moan, sigh, and whimper, adjusting if I don’t do any of the above. I feel something building deep inside and as I study Jason, a million questions begin to form in my head.
Do I look weird from this angle?
