Page 91 of Hard to Get

“Orgasms.”

A little laugh puffs out of her. “Oh.”

“Seriously.” I kiss her softly again. “It releases endorphins. And, uh, relaxes your muscles. I think.”

“That sounds plausible.”

“You doubt me?” I draw back. “Is that a challenge?”

Her eyes widen.

“Because I’ll do it.” I kiss her again, deeper, licking inside her mouth.

She lets out a soft moan that goes straight to my dick.

I nip at her lips then press a string of kisses down her cheek and her neck to the neckline of her sweater. I suck gently on the delicate skin at her throat where her pulse beats. Then I gather the bottom of her sweater in both hands and lift it up. It’s loose and comes off over her head easily. I gaze down at her and trace a fingertip between her breasts. She’s wearing a black bralette edged with lace. I brush my fingertips over one edge. “This is pretty. Are your breasts sore?”

She nods. Her bottom lip is full and pouty and wet, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“I’ll be gentle.” I tug one of the soft, stretchy cups aside and bend to take her nipple between my lips.

Her breathy sigh floats over my head as I gently suck and tug at the tender tip, then move to the other one. Lust punches through my stomach and my dick thickens. I push the thin straps down her arms to free both beauties and continue to nibble and lick and suck.

“Oh my God,” she whispers.

I ease a hand inside her soft, stretchy leggings, pushing beneath her panties, brushing over the soft curls. She tenses.

“Jayden…”

“I know. It’s okay.” I cup her pussy. She’s warm in my palm. Warm and velvety. I hold her for a moment like that as I nuzzle her gorgeous cleavage. “Do I need to get lube?”

“I…”

Her thighs are pressed together.

“Relax, baby. Relax.” The tension eases a bit from her thighs. I use my fingers to part her pussy lips and encounter slick heat. “Nope. Don’t need lube.”

“Jayden, this…”

I kiss her mouth. “Relax. Does it feel good?”

“Oh God, yes, but…”

I lick her plump bottom lip. “Let me do this.”

I slick up her wetness and circle my fingers over her swollen clit.

She whimpers.

“Spread your legs, beautiful. That’s it.” I rub her sensitive nub. Her entire body is quivering, her breath choppy. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”

She makes needy little noises, her pelvis lifting. I suck on a nipple again and then her back arches, she cries out, and her clit pulses against my fingertips.

“Oh yeah.” I keep my fingers moving until she grabs my wrist.

“Oh God. Oh God.”

I smile in satisfaction and withdraw my hand from her clothes. “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”