Page 26 of Jackal

Leaning on my forearms, I watched as he pulled his cut off, hanging it on a hook next to the bed. Then he pulled at the black t-shirt he was wearing. Once it was off, my mouth watered. He had a chiseled and tatted body with a small patch of dark hair in the center of his chest, and a nice little trail leading to the button on his jeans.

His eyes only left me when he was removing his shirt. Otherwise, he scanned me like a lion sizing up his prey. I wasn’t particularly shy or self-conscious, but the way he watched me formed a ball of nerves in my stomach. The light in the room was merely a lamp, but it seemed very bright all of the sudden. Although, if it was dark, I wouldn’t be getting all the tattooed eyecandy.

“You alright, Lil Bird?” he asked as he leaned over me.

I nodded furiously, otherwise frozen. My hands wanted to grab at him. My hips wanted to rock against him. Wetness had my panties sticking to me below my jeans. My breasts were desperate for more of his touch. My lips buzzed, needing to feel his again. I was in a complete spiral of overstimulation and didn’t even know where to start.

His brow furrowed. “You seem nervous. I can stop, Lil Bird.”

“No!” I blurted.

He chuckled. “Can I get an equally enthusiastic ‘yes I want to do this?’”

“Yes! Hell yes!”

He lowered over me, our bellies pressed together as his lips met mine. The nerves I had started to melt away as I got lost in the intensity of his kiss and his weight over me.

My fingertips lightly danced over his sides. He jerked, so I pulled them away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s alright. Just ticklish.”

I giggled. “You’re ticklish?”

“Yeah, and I bet I can find a few places you are, too,” he said before he began kissing his way down my body, pulling the cups of my bra down. “Maybe here?” he asked before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“It’s tickling something, for sure.” Each suckle and flick of his tongue sent a burst of tiny explosions straight to my clit.

He was still tending to my aching nipples when one of his hands skimmed up my side then his fingers wiggled, sending a jolt through me. “Shit, that tickles,” I said as I squirmed.

His dark eyes flicked up at me as he moved to the other nipple and sucked it into his mouth. My hips bucked and squirmed as his mouth and hands sent tingles everywhere they touched.

“Needy Lil Bird. But I’ve waited a while for this, so I’m going totake my time.”

Part of me melted at that, but the other part of me just wanted to be railed. “Jackal, please.” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but that was absolutely a desperate plea for something.

He inched down further, working to get my jeans off. I shimmied to help remove the skintight jeans, but he had to take the booties off first, since they had zippers.

Jackal sat on his knees, his eyes again scaling over me before he let his hands run over my skin. My back arched, pressing into his touch. “Your skin is so soft and perfect. I’ve wanted to touch it for so long.”

“It’s not going anywhere.”

His brows shot up. “Listen to you,” he said as one of his hands glided up the inside of my thigh before he stopped just at the edge of my panties.

I huffed and squirmed, my pussy seeking his touch but he moved his hand further down my thigh, lifting it slightly.

He rubbed his scruff against the sensitive skin and I jerked again. “Ticklish here, too.”

His hands were going everywhere but where I wanted them and my pussy clenched around nothing. “Jackal, please.”

He leaned his face closer, his warm breath against my panties. He finally pressed against me, but inhaled deeply then moved back. “I want that smell all over me, Lil Bird,” he said as he tugged the black lace garment off my legs.

He slowly ran his hands up my legs, kissing and licking behind them at an agonizing pace before he used both hands to press my thighs far apart at the apex. He groaned as he leaned in and finally swiped his tongue through my folds and my eyes rolled into my head.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He worked slowly but meticulously. Each long stroke of histongue made my blood heat in increments. His hands kneaded my breasts as he began sucking at my clit and every ounce of blood in my body rushed to my core.

His slow work turned hurried, hungry, as desperate as I was. He rubbed his face though my juices as he lapped and sucked in earnest.

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