Page 36 of Not Falling for the Forward
I continue to match my pace inside her with the rhythm of her thrusts into my hand as I bring my thumb to brush over her clit. She cries out at the friction I know she desperately needs. “You are sofucking beautiful.” I whisper to her, “Letting me make you come with my fingers like that.”
I’m torn between watching her come and sucking on her perfect nipples, so I decide to switch between both.
“So fucking pretty full of my fingers.” Lick.
“Such a good girl being this wet for me.” Suck.
“Yes baby, grind into me, show me how you want me to fuck you with my hand,” Lick. I can feel her starting to tense, a sign of her upcoming orgasm and I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Lips parted, breath shallow, eyes scrunched closed.
“Jack, Jack,” she starts as her pussy clamps around my fingers and she shudders into her climax. I slowly pump my fingers and trace her clit whilst the waves of her orgasm consume her. My lips fall to her neck as I whisper, “So fucking beautiful when you do that for me.”
I trace small kisses along her jaw as she lets go of her last shudders and I release my hand from between her legs. She turns her head to face me, eyes blazing, a teasing smile turns her lips up. “My turn.”
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Emily
I reach forward and palm Jack’s cock through his pants before he has chance to answer me. His lips find mine again, his hungry kisses telling me he is desperate for release and after how good my orgasm was, he deserves something in return.
We manoeuvre so he is sat up and I am straddling him. He drops kisses on my chest and I sit up on my knees, so my breasts are easier forhim to get too. Fuck, the way he sucks and licks them is making me wonder if he will be able to do what no other man has accomplished and make me come just by nipple play. I can’t wait to let him try. Because one thing is for sure. We might not have finished this first time yet, but if he can make me come that hard on my sofa with just his hand, we are absolutely doing this again.
Where I’m straddled over Jack’s lap, I can feel his cock against my entrance, and I slowly grind against the tip. “Fuck,” he snaps, throwing one hand out to grip my hips and still me. He drops his forehead to my chest and whispers, “Emily, keep doing that and I’m going to come.”
I grin wildly and circle my hips again, “Isn’t that the point?”
He takes a deep shuddering breath, “I was hoping to make it inside you.” I only grin wider at the thought but I still my hips, giving him the minute he needs.
Fuck, the thought of him inside me has been driving me wild for weeks and it’s finally here. I sit back slightly so he can lift his hips as I pull down his pants and his length springs free. “Huh,” I say looking at his dick inquisitively.
“I know, you’ve never seen one this perfect before,” he grins. I like that he can still make jokes with me, even in the heat of the moment.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” I say sarcastically, but not lying at all. Thick, long… Mouthwatering some might say. “Kinda perfect, actually...”
“Oh, Emily how you flatte— “
“It’s just…” I cut him off, “It’s not tattooed?”
He barks out a laugh. “Emily, if you honestly thought I would let anyone go within an inch of my favourite body part with a tattoo gun—” I cut him off with a kiss, giggling against his mouth. “I told you not to believe everything you read about me.”
I shut him up as I drop my hand and grip said favourite body part. He hisses through his teeth as I pump slowly, up and down. His headfalls back on the sofa cushions as he looks at me through half closed lids, “So fucking perfect jerking my dick like that,” he says, and I feel my cheeks flush at the praise. No one has ever spoken to me like this during sex, or ever. I really like it.
It makes me pick up the pace. “Fuck, Em,” he groans through his clenched teeth. His whole body is tight, his tattooed chest puffed, his defined abs bulging. He reaches a hand out and cups my breast again, pinching my hard nipple, rolling it in his fingers. I gasp at the pressure.
His head flies up abruptly, eyes wide in panic. “Shit,” he curses, as his thighs tense underneath me and he comes all over my hand and stomach.
His head falls to my shoulder, and he shakes his head. “Fuck. Em, I’m so sorry,” he says circling my waist with his hands and gripping me firmly.
A small giggle escapes my mouth before I can consider how rude that actually is. I slap my not come filled hand over my stupid mouth to stop another one from escaping.
He sits back and glares at me, it doesn’t look menacing, not with the blush that covers is whole face. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m not laughing at you, I’ve just never made someone come that fast before.” I shrug and grin sheepishly at him, hoping my unintentional outburst hasn’t shattered his ego.
He looks me up and down, gesturing with his hand, “Can’t understand why not. Fucking look at you!” He must notice then where his come has landed on me and he groans as his head falls back again, “And now you’re fucking covered in me. I’m never going to last more than five seconds with that image in my head.”
“What about this image?” He opens his eyes at my question. His eyes flare as I bring my hand, where his come is drying, to my mouth and take a long lick.
He all but growls as he throws me back on the sofa devouring me with kisses.
Chapter sixteen
