Page 66 of Until Tomorrow Comes
“Jackson.” I rasp in a voice that doesn’t even sound like my own. It’s breathy and desperate, but I’m too consumed by his touch to be embarrassed about it.
He chuckles, crouching down between my legs.
“Patience you little minx. I’ve been thinking about having you spread out before me for a long time now.” One of his hands traces up my thigh and I savor the warmth while he continues on. “I plan to take my time, to appreciate every,” he pauses to place a kiss on the inside of my knee. “Single,” another kisses my opposite leg, higher up this time and earning a gasp while my legs open wider for him. “Moment.”
His mouth is back to the other leg, his hands move up my legs, thumbs caressing their way higher while he kisses everywhere but where I am aching for him.
By the time his tongue licks up my pussy, my entire body is humming in anticipation. He teases me, taking his time and using his tongue to swirl around my clit. The sound that escapes my lips is equal parts shock and pleasure at the fact that he knew exactly where to go.
My hand finds purchase in his hair, holding him to me. He chuckles against me, the heat of his breath and the rumble from his laughter jolting through me.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m just getting started.”
His thumbs tease along the sides of my pussy while his tongue finds my clit again. I’m writhing beneath him, my entire body ablaze and he hasn’t even entered me. Even if he doesn’t make me come, the fact that I feel thisamazingis almost enough.
Almost.
His mouth leaves my clit and before I can protest the loss, his tongue is at my entrance and one thumb is replacing the attention on my sensitive bud. With his free hand, he teases two fingers along my opening.
I open my eyes and watch as he sucks those same fingers into his mouth and cleans them off.
“Fucking delicious.”
This time he practically dives into me. Deft fingers are on either side of my pussy, holding me open while his tongue pushes in.
“Oh my god.” I pant out as he takes his time, slowly working me to the edge.
Time seems to pause as I get lost in the feeling of his tongue inside of me. Just as I’ve convinced myself that nothing will ever compare to this, his tongue is replaced by a single finger.
My eyes fly open, the need to see him as he brings me to new heights taking over, only to find him already watching me. Tingles shoot through me, pooling low in my stomach. The building tension threatens to explode when he adds a second finger to the mix, slowly working me higher and higher.
“Fuck Kat. The way your pussy is squeezing my fingers is the hottest fucking thing ever.” His voice is low and gravely while his gaze drops to watch his fingers pump in me.
“Jackson,” I moan his name, losing my thoughts completely when he twists his fingers. “Holy shit.”
I catch his smirk before my eyes drift shut on their own and my head drops back against the counter. He continues to stroke that spot inside of me, while his thumb circles against my clit.
The pressure that has been building feels like it’s seconds away from… “Jackson, I’m gonna…” I trail off, shifting my hips and meeting each thrust of his fingers.
“That’s it, Kitten. I’ve got you.”
When his tongue joins his fingers back on my clit, I lose myself. My orgasm rakes through my entire body and each slow stroke of his fingers seems to only draw it out.
As he gentles his touch, my body relaxes against the countertop, and I relish the cold bite of the granite against my skin. Glancing down at him, he holds my stare as he once again licks his fingers clean.
“Well, that’s gonna be a problem.” He states, causing my brows to furrow.
“What?” I’m still breathing heavily, but a moment of worry takes hold.
“You’re fucking divine, Kat. One taste of you is not going to be enough. Not even close.” He kisses my hip, effectively washing away any fear.
When he stands to his feet, his hands not once stopping their gentle caress of my thighs, my attention drops to the outline of his erection. The gym shorts he has on from our morning walk doing nothing to hide it.
He catches my stare, dropping a hand from my thigh and adjusting himself. My body seems to forget the orgasm that just tore through me. Licking my lips, I push myself to sit in front of him.
Placing my hands on the sides of his shoulders, my chest pressing against his shirtless body as I kiss him, tasting the remnants of my orgasm on his tongue only spurs me on.
My fingers trail down his body, his muscles jumping in response under my hands.
