Page 49 of Little Paper Games
“Let me get those,” he whispered, shifting to untie the scarf from my arms. “Are you in any pain?”
His concern was touching, but I shook my head. There had been no pain. I was just wanting to move. His hands rubbed along my wrists and down my arms, but they didn’t stop there. He worked his touch down my body until his fingers found my core.
“Jude…” I began to protest, but he quieted me with a kiss.
“Hush, Kenna. I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was whispered, but fervent.
“Are you kidding me?” I scoffed out a laugh.
“I’m not kidding. The way you sound when you cum, God, Kenna, it’s like the most potent aphrodisiac.” His lips moved over my collarbone and back up my neck, making me squirm.
“You’re kidding,” I argued half-heartedly. A man telling me the sound of my orgasms is an aphrodisiac? Not exactly easy to believe. However…
“Then let me prove it to you,” he whispered against my skin. He took my hand and brought it down to his cock. His soft cock. “Just keep your hand there and see what you do to me.”
“Jude, you already came,” I protested, rolling my eyes.
“Oh ye, of little faith. I told you it’s an aphrodisiac. Now, stop arguing and let me touch you.” he ended his words with a kiss on my lips. “If you don’t, I’ll just put those pretty panties of yours in your mouth and shut you up.”
Fuck me sideways.
“You’re so wet for me still,” he murmured. His fingers found my clit, sliding through the wetness and moving it from my still throbbing pussy up to my overly sensitive clit.
A gasped in a breath. His touch was so light and slow.
“Right there, baby?” I could barely nod at his words.
The slow circles teased my nub. I closed my eyes and couldn’t help squirming my hips. For more. For less. For everything.
“Just like that,” he coaxed. He sped up. Just a little.
“Jude,” I breathed out.
“Open for me. More, Kenna,” he purred. My thighs moved open further, giving him the room he wanted.
His fingers moved down, dipping into my pussy, but only by a tiny bit, collecting my wetness and re-wetting my clit perfectly. I whimpered, wanting him to slide his fingers deep; to find that spot that made me forget my name.
“No, baby. Just here. Just like this.” His thumb slipped the hood of my clit back and his wet fingers tickled against my exposed clit.
It was intense. My body jerked and twitched with the heightened feeling.
“Jude, I…” I gasped again, unable to express what I wanted.
“It’s so swollen, baby. All for me. I bet it would slip over my tongue so good. Right into my mouth. Let me flick it with my tongue.”
“Oh, God! Please! Jude!” I begged. Shamelessly and unabashedly. I wanted his mouth on my pussy right now.
“Sweet girl, so desperate for my tongue. For me to lick and taste every inch of you, aren’t you?” he teased. His finger moving faster over my clit. It was too much. God, it was so good.
“Please, please!” I whimpered, my hand squeezing around his cock, which was twitching and hardening as he touched me.
“Ah, ah. No, don’t stroke me,” he corrected. “Just feel me get hard for you.”
Was there anything hotter than his words?
“Your clit is swelling for me, trembling. I can feel how hot your pretty little pussy is getting for me. My God,” he broke off on a groan of need.
My hips bucked and moved, wanting more now, feeling that orgasm begin to build deep within me.
