Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. “Your turn.”
I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, letting it drop at my feet. Fern leans against the wall, her eyes on my hands as they reach for my pants. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising with each excited breath she takes. Her eyes track my movements as I push my pants and boxers down, toe off my shoes, and kick the last of my clothes away.
She takes a shaky breath and reaches for her pants, slowly pushing them down her legs. Kicking them aside, she strokes her fingers along the top of her pale pink panties. She’s teasing me, but I don’t think she has any idea that’s what she’s doing.
Finally, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of her underwear and tugs them down her thighs. We stare at each other, the air thick with tension and desire.
I take her in, memorizing every line of her body. She steps forward, closing the distance between us, and I shudder as her hands run up my chest.
“Fern,” I whisper, leaning in to claim her lips with mine.
She kisses me back eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I grab her hips, dragging her flush against me.
“Need to taste you,” I murmur against her lips.
“You are,” she moans.
“All of you.”
She frowns.
I grin, lifting her easily. She gasps, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist. Her pussy rubs against my cock with eachstep toward the bed. By the time I lay her down, I swear I could come with just one stroke.
I spread Fern out like a feast on the bed and come down over her, my arms caging her in.
“Need you,” I whisper against her skin.
I press a soft kiss to her chin, then her neck, before licking a trail down her chest. I cup her tits, which fit perfectly in my hands, and kiss her cherry-red nipples.
Fern gasps and arches against me as I stroke my thumbs over the stiff peaks. Her legs move restlessly on either side of my hips, and I know she needs me as badly as I need her.
I’m torn between wanting to take my time and explore her versus breaking and giving us what we both desperately need.
She trembles, jerks, and shivers as I play with her tits. I lick, nip, and suck, exploring every inch of her soft mounds. My cock presses against her pussy, which grows wetter with every caress.
“Jackson! Please,” she cries out.
I release her breast with a growl and kiss my way down her stomach. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I grip her thighs and spread them wider, placing a kiss above her drenched slit.
“What are you doing?” she pants.
I smirk up at her. “Tasting you.”
Leaning forward, I bury my face in her sweet core. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never had time for dating or women before. I wonder if she can tell as I lick a path through her folds. My tongue swirls over her clit, and her hips buck against my face.
“God, Jackson!”
Her body tightens, each muscle shaking as her orgasm builds inside her. Pride fills me, knowing I’m taking care of my girl and giving her pleasure. With time, I’ll learn how to fulfill all her needs.
My cock is rock hard as I suck her clit into my mouth and roll my tongue over the sensitive pearl.
Fern’s legs snap shut around my head, and she screams my name as she comes. “Jackson!”
I drink down her juices, my thumb teasing her clit as I lick her through her release. She sags back against the mattress, a love-drunk smile on her face. I smirk as I kiss the inside of her thighs, then I push to my feet and look down at her.
Fern stares back at me, her blonde hair a messy halo around her head. When she reaches a hand out to me, I go eagerly.
I join her on the bed, grabbing her and dragging her into the center next to me. She rolls closer, stroking my cheek as she leans forward to kiss me and moans as she tastes herself on my lips and tongue.
