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Authors: Jade C. Jamison
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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both registered those feelings with each other, he touched his lips to my exposed neck. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft breath, and tilted my head to the other side. He slid a hand inside the robe and cupped my breast. The nipple responded immediately to his touch, and my body and mind shifted from a wistful but soulful state to fully aroused.
I had to kiss him, had to taste him, so I turned and faced him and consumed his mouth with mine. The tie loosened around the robe from the pressure of his arm working its way inside. His fingers closed around my pebbled nipple, pinching it just enough to send a charge through my body. I gasped as he removed his lips from mine once more to kiss my neck, then my collarbone. He moved his mouth lower, sucking my neglected nipple into his mouth even though his fingers hadn’t let go of the other one. I let out a sigh as he then trailed his tongue down the swell of my breast to my cleavage. His tongue felt like it was on fire, leaving a path of flames behind it. And yet my whole body was on fire and I knew only he could quench the inferno inside me. My fingers were wound into his hair, coiled around individual locks, as his lips touched my belly. He moved his hands to my hips and he firmly gripped them, lifting my ass up on the counter. Once I was there, he swept the soap, lotion, and tissue aside, knocking them into the sink, but he didn’t slide me up all the way. My ass was only half on the counter, not that I could concentrate on my seating arrangements at the time.
His lips continued working their way down until he moved his hands from my hips to my thighs, and he spread my legs apart. My fingers tensed in his hair, my pussy ready for whatever assault he was about to bring. But he didn’t. Instead, he traced another trail with his tongue, this time halfway down my thigh. It was then that I felt my pussy clench against itself, yearning for his attention. I was wet, needing him, wanting him, and my ragged breath assured me he knew it too.
He slid a hand up my inner thigh, helping to hold my leg out of way; his other hand he ran along the outside of my labia, teasing, so near. He spread me apart with his fingers and his face got closer. I could feel his breath on me and I felt my fingers tighten in his hair again. When his tongue touched my clit, I couldn’t help the groan that started brewing in my chest and crawled up my throat, spewing from my open mouth, followed up with a gasp. Oh, my God, I knew he wasn’t doing anything new, but I’d been so wound up that I think I could have come if he’d just kept breathing on me. His tongue, though, was maddening. It felt like he was flicking it, just a little tease to warm me up but no way was he going to get me off. Not yet. And the way I was breathing probably told him that I was fine with whatever he wanted to do.
My head was pressed in the corner as though I needed the walls for leverage, but I held onto his hair as he teased my clit with his tongue. He stopped flicking and started a slow, maddening up and down stroke. He got slower and slower…and slower, and I could feel my clit throbbing with pure need. My breathing responded to his pace as I was now contained to deep yet sharp intakes of air, willing on the pleasure that waited just beyond the brink. It was frustrating, delicious, and had me on the edge of insanity. I felt his fingers slide down to my pussy and he fingered the opening while his tongue continued its tempered cadence. I could feel naughty, evil words dancing on the edge of my lips. I wanted to demand him to stop playing with me, to give me all he had, but I was enjoying it too much.
Another moan poured out of my throat as I felt my thighs grow tighter, and I sucked down another gulp of air, trying to be patient as he continued to taste me. I shifted slightly because the hard counter was uncomfortable and then I knew I was just seconds
I had to kiss him, had to taste him, so I turned and faced him and consumed his mouth with mine. The tie loosened around the robe from the pressure of his arm working its way inside. His fingers closed around my pebbled nipple, pinching it just enough to send a charge through my body. I gasped as he removed his lips from mine once more to kiss my neck, then my collarbone. He moved his mouth lower, sucking my neglected nipple into his mouth even though his fingers hadn’t let go of the other one. I let out a sigh as he then trailed his tongue down the swell of my breast to my cleavage. His tongue felt like it was on fire, leaving a path of flames behind it. And yet my whole body was on fire and I knew only he could quench the inferno inside me. My fingers were wound into his hair, coiled around individual locks, as his lips touched my belly. He moved his hands to my hips and he firmly gripped them, lifting my ass up on the counter. Once I was there, he swept the soap, lotion, and tissue aside, knocking them into the sink, but he didn’t slide me up all the way. My ass was only half on the counter, not that I could concentrate on my seating arrangements at the time.
His lips continued working their way down until he moved his hands from my hips to my thighs, and he spread my legs apart. My fingers tensed in his hair, my pussy ready for whatever assault he was about to bring. But he didn’t. Instead, he traced another trail with his tongue, this time halfway down my thigh. It was then that I felt my pussy clench against itself, yearning for his attention. I was wet, needing him, wanting him, and my ragged breath assured me he knew it too.
He slid a hand up my inner thigh, helping to hold my leg out of way; his other hand he ran along the outside of my labia, teasing, so near. He spread me apart with his fingers and his face got closer. I could feel his breath on me and I felt my fingers tighten in his hair again. When his tongue touched my clit, I couldn’t help the groan that started brewing in my chest and crawled up my throat, spewing from my open mouth, followed up with a gasp. Oh, my God, I knew he wasn’t doing anything new, but I’d been so wound up that I think I could have come if he’d just kept breathing on me. His tongue, though, was maddening. It felt like he was flicking it, just a little tease to warm me up but no way was he going to get me off. Not yet. And the way I was breathing probably told him that I was fine with whatever he wanted to do.
My head was pressed in the corner as though I needed the walls for leverage, but I held onto his hair as he teased my clit with his tongue. He stopped flicking and started a slow, maddening up and down stroke. He got slower and slower…and slower, and I could feel my clit throbbing with pure need. My breathing responded to his pace as I was now contained to deep yet sharp intakes of air, willing on the pleasure that waited just beyond the brink. It was frustrating, delicious, and had me on the edge of insanity. I felt his fingers slide down to my pussy and he fingered the opening while his tongue continued its tempered cadence. I could feel naughty, evil words dancing on the edge of my lips. I wanted to demand him to stop playing with me, to give me all he had, but I was enjoying it too much.
Another moan poured out of my throat as I felt my thighs grow tighter, and I sucked down another gulp of air, trying to be patient as he continued to taste me. I shifted slightly because the hard counter was uncomfortable and then I knew I was just seconds
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