Page 36 of Grift

But then it's not my brain calling the shots.

But she's quickly removing her clothes, lifting the dark tank top up over her stomach and breasts and then sliding it off her head. Her perfect breasts are covered by simple white silk bra. Her flat stomach curves down to her high-waisted yoga pants which she slowly slides down her legs to pool on the floor.

She's wearing nothing but a bra and panties. White silk, with a hint of lace. Unassuming, innocent, and hot as fuck. My cock is iron and I want nothing more than to slip inside her sweet core, and slowly tease every ounce of pleasure from that gorgeous body.

But I stay exactly where I am. The sight of her is just too much to resist.

"If you want to keep going, take off all your clothes and lay on the couch.”

She reaches behind her and unhooks the bra. It falls to the ground revealing beautiful, soft white breasts. Her breasts are a study in perfection, each snowy mound capped with a pale pink nipple that hardens in the cool air. I should turn up the damned heat. I’d have to find other ways to harden them, but that wouldn’t be a problem.

Jessica stretches out across the long couch, her chestnut hair fanning across the arm. The long lines of her pale body are contoured against the dark leather.

She wants to let go of control. I can’t wait to take it.

I strip off my jacket, shoes, and tie. And then I move toward the couch easily until I’m braced above her.

Pale gray eyes widen in anticipation, nostrils flaring. Giving her a feral grin, I know right then and there exactly how I’m going to play this.

Capturing that perfect little mouth in mine, I kiss her. Gently at first, and then as she warms to and her lips part, my tongue slides to explore her mouth. Taking the lead, finding what she likes and how she likes it.

Slowly, I work my tongue over hers until she moans, sliding a hand down to cup one of her beautiful breasts. Teasing, tempting, I feather stroke her nipples until she whimpers against my mouth.

I slide further down, kissing my way down her jaw, trailing an aching progression of kisses down the soft skin of her neck. When I touch my lips to the spot where her neck and shoulders meet, she lets out a little cry and I linger, exploring there as my hand drifts possessively across the planes of her stomach until I find the wet center between her legs.

So fucking wet.

Jesus.

I kiss my way down her breastbone, taking first the right breast into my mouth and then the left. Sucking, nipping, and testing until I see where she’s sensitive. What raises her temperature? What makes her body move? As her nipples get harder and she writhes under my touch, a twist, a flick, a dance on the edge between pain and pleasure.

“Do you want more?” My voice is thick with suppressed need.

“Patrick,” she whimpers.

My cock is an iron rod. I want this woman, want to do more than slip my tongue inside her. I want her beneath me, surrounding me, crying out my name in pleasure until she forgets every other word in English and every other language. Moving down between her legs, I slowly push them apart. She’s shy, and that makes me want to push them wide, wider, until she’s completely bared to me. Her innocence, her modesty, combatting her desire to keep going. It all stokes the flame. Her face is flushed, but it deepens even more with something more like visceral desire. Gently tracing a finger across her, I watch as she shivers.

“How do you want to be touched, darling?”

She lifts her hips up at me in invitation.

Slipping my tongue into her hot core, I rub a knuckle over her clit, very slowly at first as I slide my tongue inside her at a madding slow progress. My tongue moves up and down inside her, tasting every bit of her sweetness. Her breath quickens and the soft cries become more insistent. Fucking perfect.

“Patrick, please.” I love that she’s begging.

As I increase the pressure and rub slow circles around her clit, she presses hard against me. I lighten my touch, smiling into her pussy as she lets out a frustrated noise. Learning, testing, understanding how to touch her to drive her to the edge. Push her over and bring her back again.

When I slide my tongue into her pussy again, she arches and it takes everything I have not to fuck her right then and there. I’m moving as slowly as I can.

“More, please.”

Slow circles carve into her clit. She’s working against my tongue and I pick up speed just a bit when she exhales a little cry that tells me how close she is. Pulling back, I wet one finger inside her and begin to trace slow circles around her clit again.

“Hands over your head,” I command, easing the pressure but not stopping completely.

“Please,” there’s a little question in her voice.

But she lifts her hands up over her head, and I continue with a lighter pressure, moving to the places that will bring her pleasure but not finish her off. She’s grinding against me, almost purring from the pleasure of it. The way her body moves toward pleasure is fucking intoxicating.

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