Page 44 of Comeback
“That’ll be hard,” I said, my eyes hungrily tracing every tight turn of her delicious curves. “But I’ll try.”
She pounced on top of me and gave me her tongue. The electric slither of our tongues made my cock hard again in an instant, bulging in my trunks and burrowing beneath her bottom.
“God, Jack, you’re big,” she quietly panted as she ground against my length.
“You got me so hard, babe.” I rolled on top of her and pinned her wrists above her head. Her cleavage jutted, making my mouth water with anticipation. “Been thinking about getting you out of this bikini all day.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she teased.
I grinned and pulled at the bowstring of her bikini top, tugging the knot free. I swiped at her top and yanked it down around her waist. Her creamy tits spilled out, a faint pink outline of her bikini top burned into her skin.
“You got some sun today,” I whispered as I cupped and jiggled her heavy breasts in the palms of my hands. Her skin was softer than silk, thanks to the lake water. “I love your sexy tan lines.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she demanded.
I gave her what she wanted and stole her lips. She whimpered into my mouth as I tweaked her nipples, pinching and pulling at her pink little buds until they grew long and hard.
“Jack,” she softly groaned as she ran her fingers through my hair. “That feels so good.”
“Just wait.”
Slowly, I began to reach lower. Inch by inch, my hands gently grazed the flesh of her tummy. The blonde peach fuzz of her navel felt baby-soft beneath my fingers.
“Yes,” she whispered as my hand slid lower.
Gently, I touched my fingers to her bikini bottom. She sank her teeth into my shoulder, trying not to make a sound as I teasingly traced her folds through the fabric of her swimsuit.
I delicately circled her clit until it hardened into a nub.
“Yes,” she moaned, her hot breath puffing against my ear. “More.”
My hand burrowed beneath the elastic band of her bikini bottom. Coarse tufts of hair brushed against my fingers. She spread her legs wider, a damp heat radiating from between her thighs. I touched her and grunted with thick desire—her slit was blisteringly hot and sopping wet.
“Damn,” I muttered, drawing the tips of my fingers up and down her moistness. My cock pulsed, aching against my thigh. I couldn’t wait to be inside her. “You’re soaked, Emma.”
“Fuck,” she whispered in my ear.
“I wanna taste you,” I whispered back.
I slithered down the mattress, tasting every inch of her salty, sun-kissed flesh along the way. I grabbed her bikini bottom and peeled it off her hips and down her legs. I spread her legs, splaying her dewy, peachy-pink folds open before me.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I growled.
“Like it?” she whispered. “It’s yours.” Her words made my cock leap with excitement.
Gently, I ran the tip of my tongue along her glistening slit. She tasted damned good, sweet like a carefree summer—honey and cucumber. With every brush of my tongue she tasted sweeter, and I needed to taste more of her. I licked and licked, swishing and swiveling the tip of my tongue along her petals, tasting her entry, lapping at her clit.
I took my time, letting her hushed moans and groans guide my tongue. Several times, her clit grew long and engorged, her breath bated, her muscles clenched, and I wassureshe was about to come—but her climax always seemed to slip away at the last second.
I didn’t mind having to work for it. But as the minutes passed, her body stopped responding to my touch. Her clit deflated, her moisture began to dry, and her ominous silence told me she’d stopped enjoying this.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, peeking up at her from between her thighs.
She let out a deep guilted sigh and buried her face in her hands again.
“I’msosorry, Jack. I thought I could, and I reallywishI could, but … I can’t.” She gestured out the open door. “Not with Mackenzie asleep over there. I just can’t shut that part of my brain off and turn thisotherpart on.” She shook her head guiltily. “I wish I could, but I can’t. I’m so ashamed. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Emma,” I said as I climbed up the bed and laid next to her. As much as it sucked, I didn’t want her to feel bad. “I understand.” I paused. It still looked like she had something else on her mind. “Is that all that’s bothering you?”
