Page 35 of Not Falling for the Forward
“Tell me. Please, Emily.” Her name is a purr on my tongue.
“You’re not touching me where I want you too,” she says quickly, face flushing darker, eyes not meeting mine.
I reach my other hand to her chin and lift, so she has no choice but to look at me as I say, “Don’t be embarrassed with me, Emily, you’re fucking beautiful and deserve to get everything you want. Now, tell me.” I let my hungry gaze travel down the entire length of her body before I finish, “Where would you like me to touch you?”
I release her face and sit back, my thumb still slowly rubbing back and forth at that spot at the top of her thigh, no further, not until she says.
She reaches out a trembling hand for my free one and grabs around the wrist. She lifts it slowly, passing where I think she is going to go. Instead, she lifts it to her chest, where her pert little nipple is waitingand cups herself with my hand. I groan at the feel of her perfect tits in my hand. Her eyes meet mine as she says on a shaky voice, “Here.” She squeezes again and gasps as I run my thumb over her tight nipple.
She slowly removes my hand and places it between her legs never taking her eyes off mine as she whispers, “And here.”
I’m on top of her before I know what’s happened.
Chapter fifteen
Jack
Our mouths collide all teeth and tongues, hunger and want. It’s exactly like the other kisses we have shared, our chemistry purely primal. It is like nothing I’ve ever known before, I don’t just want her, Ineedher.
Her hands pull at my hair as mine guide her out of her dressing gown. Once she is fully free of it, I sit back slightly to take in the sight of her, and fuck. Her lips are plump and wet from where mine have been on them. As I work my eyes down, I see the flush that is on her cheeks continues to her chest where her tank top is low, showing off the curves of the tops of her breasts. They pump up and down as she pants, her nipples are hard, rubbing against the fabric of her tank top with each inhale.
I can’t help myself.
I lower my head and suck one between my teeth through her top, pulling a low moan from her. She jerks her hips at the sensation, and I know the second she feels the tent in my sweatpants because she lifts higher and grinds against the hardness there. “Fuck,” I curse at the friction and bring my hips down to meet hers. I tried to be less obvious about how turned on I am, but she knows how hard I am now, and Iknow I can use it to drive her wild, so I do just that and grind slow circles between her legs.
She throws her head back groaning and I take the opportunity to bring my lips to her neck, kissing and sucking, learning where makes her gasp, where feels best. I reach under her top desperate to get a feel of her bare tits, and the noise she makes when one is firmly in my hand is even more worth it than the feel of it. They’re so full and round, and fit perfectly in my hand, I circle her nipple with my thumb and fore finger before sucking her through her top again.
Her hands bat me out of the way as she reaches down and pulls her tank over her head discarding it on the floor. Just like that she is bare, right before my eyes. I take all of her in, catching sight of the nipple ring on her left side, the one I had yet to become acquainted with. I flick it gently, “This is fucking sexy,” my voice sounds like a growl.
Her breath hitches at my touch. “Sensitive,” she says.
A feral smile appears on my face. “I’ll be gentle,” I tease and go back to devouring her other nipple deciding to save exploring just how sensitive her piercing is for a time when I can really take my time and be gentle with her, because that is not now.
Her hips grind fiercely against mine, the friction from my underwear and sweatpants along my cock feels really fucking good and I hiss through my teeth. Fuck, I need to slow down. If she carries on like this, I am absolutely going to come in my pants.
I guide my hand, that isn’t busy becoming best friends with her tits, down her hip and skim my finger along the waistband of her shorts. A small gasp escapes her lips and her gaze snaps down to that spot.
“Is this okay?” I ask. This has already gone so much further than I ever imagined and if a hot, heavy make out session is all I get with this woman, then well, the memory of her bare tits will be enough for me to come over for the rest of my life.
“Yes,” she says nodding her head.
I stop my exploring with my mouth and we both watch my hand as it slides under her shorts. When my fingers reach her wet centre, we both gasp. “Fuuuuck,” I groan. “So fucking wet for me, Emily.” I guide my fingers to find her clit, I know I’m in the right place when she bucks underneath me moaning. “There?” I whisper in her ear as I make a few lazy circles around with my middle finger.
“Yes,” she gasps and pulls my face to hers.
I let her take the lead with the kisses whilst I tease her with my fingers. Her hands grip my hair pulling me in and pushing me away as she swaps between wanting to kiss me and throwing her head back and moaning. All the while, I circle her silken wetness around her clit.
When I finally slip a finger inside of her, she lets go of me completely to grip the sofa cushions. Her back arches, pushing her tits higher and she moves one of her hands to play with her nipple piercing. I nudge her hand out of the way with my forehead and gently lick where her hand just was. “Jack,” she groans, and grinds her hips into my hand.
I slowly add another finger feeling her walls stretch around them. “So fucking tight,” I hiss. “This pussy is going to be heaven wrapped around my cock.”
I keep pumping, picking up the pace to match her hungry thrusts.
“I’m… I’m...” she pants.
“Yes?” I ask looking up at her face from her chest.
“So. Close.” Each word is said on an exhale and my cock twitches in my pants as if to remind me that it’s very jealous of my fingers pumping inside Emily right now.
