I kissed along her inner thigh, as soft as I’d imagined it earlier, pausing when I reached her center, and I teased her by letting out a long warm breath against the thin material.
I buried my nose against the fabric and breathed her in.
Rewarded with a shuddered plea, I basked in the view of her breasts as they rose with her heavy breaths, her eyes fiery with lust. My smile widened.
“I wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now,” I said, kissing the inside of her thigh.
Her face turned against the pillow; her quiet words almost lost. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t understand how someone so clearly stunning could ever be shy in hearing it. Surely she had heard this before? Or had that asshat of an ex-husband lowered her self-image?
“You really are. So fucking gorgeous.” I kept my eyes on her face as I trailed a finger along the damp trail on her underwear, earning me a moan and a wiggle of her hips. My hips ground against the mattress, urgent for some friction.
“I bet your pussy is just as beautiful.” I lowered my head until my mouth hovered over her, our eyes locked. “I wonder if it will taste as good as the rest of you?” Without waiting, I ran my tongue along the seam of her panties.
“Jackson.” My name came out as half breath, half moan.
“Yes?” I ran my fingers up the back of her calves, teasing her.
“Please.”
“Hmm?” I smirked as I raised up, waiting.
She growled. Fucking growled. One of her hands found its way into my hair, gripping the strands, and I couldn’t have gotten harder if I tried. She was definitely going to kill me.
And it would be a sweet, sweet death.
“I want you to …”
Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. I reached up and ran a thumb over her hand, offering some support.
“I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me come.”
Nothing had ever sounded sweeter or had me harder. I hooked a finger under the band of the lace and pulled.
Once removed, I slowly slid my hands from her ankles to her waist, enjoying the way she writhed under my touch as I settled back between her thighs.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” I trailed my fingers along her lips, humming in approval of how wet she was already.
She moaned above me, and I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her. My grip firm against her thighs, I slowly lapped at her, sucking and keeping pace as she rocked her hips towards me, seeking out more.
Her fingers brushed through my hair tenderly, in stark contrast to her other hand, which was braced on the top of her thigh, nails scraping over her skin. I grasped her hand in mine, linking our fingers together on the sheets, my other palm holding her hips down as she bucked against my lips.
8
Jackson
After she came, I crawled back up the bed to lie beside her, still hard but not in any great hurry to deal with it. I liked these moments between, watching as their breathing came back to normal, the glazed-over look in their eyes, the flush of their skin.
It was always interesting to see what they did next. Some women jumped to reciprocate, others went straight for sex, and one even tried a half-hearted hand job. I was curious to see what Audrey did.
Her head turned toward me on the pillow, eyes blown wide and lips plump and dark from where she bit them to keep from screaming. She was insanely alluring like this. I watched as her eyes traveled down my body to where I was hard and waiting, and a wicked grin spread across her face.
My cock jerked at the sight of it.
Despite our previous activities, she hesitated before touching me, her fingers skittering across my chest before landing on my right nipple. She began to tease it, first watching how my body reacted before looking up for confirmation that I was interested.
“Feels good,” I reassured her. “You can use your tongue if you want.”
