Page 56 of Not Falling for the Forward
“I thought by dating for a few months I could show you I didn’t just want to fuck you. Then, when we do finally have sex, it would be even better because we trust each other,” I blurt.
Emily smiles at me, green eyes flashing bright with amusement. “Jack, we’ve been dating for weeks. You send me gifts, you message me every day, even when there is nothing to say. You have given me no reason to doubt your intentions. Even if I did, it doesn’t matter. This is what I want. I want you. I want you to make me feel good. I want to makeyoufeel good.”
“Huh…” I say.
“Yeah, huh,” she mimics. She grabs my shirt again and this time I let her pull me up. “I get it. You don’tonlywant to fuck me. But youdowant to fuck me.” She wiggles her hips, grinding into me, at that last part.
“You have no idea how much I want that.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Then show me.” She pulls my lips to hers.
Chapter twenty-five
Emily
Jack lifts me in his arms and carries me through some rooms I take no notice of. I am dropped on a massive bed, soft sheets gliding against my overly sensitive skin.
Jack leans over me bringing his lips to mine. The way he kisses is so dominating, his tongue always taking over to be inside my mouth.
Jack rests his body over mine sliding in between my legs so our hips join. He slowly grinds his hardness against my core, igniting it further. I’m so turned on, I almost came on the sofa when I was grinding on him making out. I am utterly soaked and ready for him. My breath comes out in jagged pants as his dick rubs against my clit through our clothing.
“Are you close, Emily?” Jack whispers in my ear as he kisses his way around my neck.
Embarrassingly so…
His breath leaves goosebumps down my skin. He doesn’t let up, his hips continuing to grind against me. “Am I about to make you come without removing any of our clothes?” he teases, sucking my ear lobe into his mouth. I groan. He grips my ass in one of his hands pushingme harder against his cock and I let out a shout. “Answer me, princess,” he purrs.
“Yes,” I say on an intake of breath as he continues to rock against me.
“Good,” he chuckles in his throat. “Let yourself go.” He keeps up his grinding, circling just in the right place, again, and again. All the while kissing and nipping at my neck and lips.
I feel myself start to tighten. The familiar sparks build in my core and bring me to the edge. Still, Jack keeps the same pace, grinding circling. Torturing.
I explode. I grip Jack’s hair and kiss him hard as I go over the edge. “Fuuuuuck, good girl, coming for me like that,” he praises as he keeps grinding while I ride out my orgasm.
I pant as he kisses back up my throat and grins at me. I cover my burning face with my hands, hiding. He pulls them down. “Why are you hiding from me, gorgeous?”
“I can’t believe I was so worked up that I came from dry humping.” I giggle.
He smiles back at me, “If you remember, the first time I came for you, was basically from dry humping.” The reminder makes me giggle again.
Jack leans down and kisses my lips one more time before he kisses a trail down my body. His hands follow tracing my curves with gentleness. When he gets to my tits he stays there for a while, sucking and kissing. He takes one peaked nipple through the fabric of my dress and pinches it between his fingers. I gasp at the jolt of pleasure it sends to my core.
Jack keeps trailing his kisses down my body, over my dress.
“Where are you going?” I say.
He stops his path at my hips to grin up at me. “I want to see how much of a mess I’ve made of you.”
***
Jack
I kneel between Emily’s legs and slide her dress up her thighs. The little breathy gasps she lets out make my cock throb in my pants.
“Fuuuuuck, you’re soaking!” I groan as I push her dress over her hips and unveil the sight of her. She parts her thighs for me, offering herself. “Good girl,” I say at her invitation. Her wetness has coated the tops of her thighs and the scrap of material, I’m sure she calls underwear, covering her pussy is drenched.
I glide a finger over the juncture between her legs. “Mmmmmm,” I purr feeling how soaking she is. “Is this all for me?”
