Page 23 of Crave
“Room service.”
“Shit,” Jamison said against my mouth. “I’ll get it.”
As soon as he got up, I got up too.
“In the bedroom,” I said and trotted up the hallway before he could object.
Holy shit. My body was trembling when I made it to the bedroom. Shaking, I plopped down on the foot of the bed, running my fingers through my hair and then over my breasts. My nipples were hard as pebbles. My desire for Jamison was too overwhelming, and I needed to control it, especially since there was something I needed to remember.
What is it?
I sprang to my feet when I heard Jamison say, “Put that in the kitchen with my bag over there.”
My panties!
Jamison continued whatever conversation he was having with room service. It sounded as if he was talking to more than one person. I had seconds to get my comfortable granny panties off.
I pushed my jeans down and stomped out of them. Next came the pale-pink cotton panties. “Shit.” The crotch was soaked.
I tugged my sweater off over my head and then my T-shirt. Then off came my full-coverage, bland white bra. Jamison said final goodbyes to the guys in the other room.
“Oh no,” I whispered and kicked my unsexy underwear under the bed then climbed on the bed and stretched out on my side, head resting on my palm, torso twisted, hip high, and toes pointed—a total come-get-it pose.
Jamison’s footsteps came to a halt when he stopped in the doorway. “Shit,” he whispered, his eyes drinking me in. “Don’t move.” He darted over to the nightstand and set a box of extra-large condoms on top of it. My pussy shuddered as I remembered that they were the right size for his magnificent cock.
“That’s pretty presumptuous,” I joked. I was more nervous than I’d been a second before.
Jamison chuckled as he snatched his sweater off over his head and then his T-shirt, revealing his bare chest, which only had a sparse amount of hair on it.
That’s sexy.
“I arranged a box,” he said.
I had no snappy comeback. Instead, my breathing quickened as he pushed down his trousers then undies, and his enormous erection sprang up, tilting toward his stomach.
Jamison appeared dazed as his eyes explored my body, starting at my shaved pussy then moving up to my face. He licked his lower lip and then grabbed his manhood. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispered.
I swallowed and was so excited that I mashed my thighs together, squirming. I released a sigh, feeling a surge of pleasure race through my pussy. He hadn’t even put his hands on me yet, and he was driving me wild.
He muttered a sentence that contained a lot offucks andshits as he attacked the box of condoms, ripping the cardboard. Then he tore one off the attached roll of ten. I flipped onto my back, sucking air as he rolled the rubber onto his dick. Jamison grasped my knee. Our eyes remained locked.
Here he comes.
Jamison Cox
I’m standing on my knees between her legs. My breathing is all over the place as I stare at her fuzzy mound. I need a moment. If I go in now, I’ll blow. But the heat rising from the insides of her thighs and her pussy is driving me crazy.
I swallow the moisture pouring into my mouth. I want to taste what I’m looking at,but I want to fuck it more. But first, I’ll touch it.
I slide a finger up and down her slit. Her sexy lips part,and her pretty face shows how much she likes what I’m doing. The suppleness around her firm clit drives me wild. I want it in my mouth. But later… I’ll taste it later.
“Mmm…” she moans, squirming,as my thumb rounds her knob and fingers sink into her hot, wet pussy. She’s so goddamn receptive. So ready. “Ahh…” Her pelvis tenses as her hips rise to my fingers. Bryn’s eyes close, the skin between her eyes pinched. Her mouth opens, soft, sexy lips ripe for kissing.
I rub. Around. Faster.
“Jam…” she cries and then sucks her lower lip.
Shit.
