Page 57 of Not Falling for the Forward
“Yes.” Her reply is a whisper of a breath.
I hook my fingers in the sides of her underwear and glide them down her legs. She’s utterly glistening for me.
I take my time kissing my way back up her legs, paying attention to her ankles. I trail kisses up her calves and I slowly lick around her knees. When I make my way back up her thighs her hand in my hair stops me.
“Jack, you don’t need to…” she says between breaths. I look at her face for the first time since I have been exploring down here and I am not disappointed in the sight. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is a dishevelled mess and her eyes glisten with desire.
I never want her to look at me with a different expression again.
“Don’t need to what?” I ask returning to my task of kissing my way to heaven.
“Need to… I’ve already… you need to…” she stutters.
“Mmmm, and I will. But right now, I need to taste you,” I say as I reach my destination. I meet her emerald eyes as I flatten my tongue and place one long lick up the centre of her. Her hand in my hair tightens and she cries out. “Is this okay?” I ask, eyes still firmly on hers.
“Yes,” she says, not dropping eye contact. It makes it feel more intimate. How it should be with her.
“Good, then bend your knees and let me see,” I command. “Good girl,” I say as she follows my instructions and displays herself for me. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if she said no. That first taste of her sent me wild. It was a serious test in strength to pull back and not immediately devour her. A test that I have passed and now this pretty little pussy is my prize.
I settle down on my elbows, hooking my arms around her thighs so she can’t go anywhere and begin my feast. I have been waiting for this moment from the first taste of her I got to suck from my fingers all those weeks ago. She is soaking and I groan as it glides down my throat.
I slowly work my way around that bundle of nerves, flicking, sucking. “Jack, fuck!” she shouts as I slide one finger inside her gently massaging her. So fucking wet.
She grips my hair tighter pushing me to increase the pressure on her. I oblige her and quicken my licks, sliding another finger inside her. It’s a tighter fit but her walls adjust to accommodate me.
Fuck. It’s going to be heaven inside her. The thought makes me groan against her. I need to make sure she is fully ready before going there, if two fingers is tight. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Jack!” Emily purrs as I pump my fingers inside her, her wetness coating my hand. She’s so responsive to my touch. It’s so fucking hot.
I’m so hard for her I could come like this. The telltale tingle is starting to grow in the bottom of my spine. I realise I’ve been pumping my hips into the bed to get some of the friction I crave and quickly stop, shifting to the side to relieve the pressure on my throbbing cock.
We are not having a repeat of me going off too quickly.
Emily’s thighs start to tense, squeezing my head. I feel her pussy starting to flutter around my fingers, alerting me to her very imminent orgasm. Normally, I would stop now. Edge her a bit. Let her come down and start again.
Not today.
Today I’m being selfish. I need to feel her pussy around my cock. There will be plenty of time for games in the future. I can’t fucking wait to drive her mad delaying her orgasms until she begs me to give them to her.
“Jack, I’m going to—” Emily gasps.
“I know, baby.”
Then she explodes.
I keep pumping my fingers inside of her but replace my tongue with my thumb, so I can watch her ride out her orgasm.
Fuck, am I glad I decided to watch.
Her free hand is inside her dress cupping her breast, pinching her pierced nipple. Her back is arched, head thrown back.
Her bottom lip clenched between her teeth as if she’s trying to hold back her moans. I want to hear her. I lean forward with my free hand and pull her lip out with my thumb on her chin. “Let me hear you, baby,” I whisper in her ear as I settle down beside her.
She is still riding my fingers and fuck, she can do that forever.
Instead of screaming for me, she grabs my head and pulls me into her lips and kisses me hard, taking control.
She slowly stops grinding on my hand and, without breaking the kiss, pushes me on my back and straddles me. She sits up on her knees and flattens out her dress, turning to the side to undo a clasp I couldn’t see. Once she’s worked her magic there, she lifts the whole thing over her head and throws it to the side of the bed.
