Page 22 of What Happens In Vegas: Jessa & Jaxon
“You’re so wet,” I murmur. “So ready for me.”
She moans softly, her head and body falling back as my thumbs spread her open. I lean in and run my tongue up the length of her slit, circling her clit.
Her cry echoes through the room, her hips bucking against my mouth. I grip her thighs, holding her in place as I explore her with my tongue. I lick and suck at her clit.
JJ’s moans grow louder, her body trembles. But just as she’s about to tip over the edge, I pull back.
Her eyes snap open. “What the hell!”
“Not yet.”
Before she can protest further, I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her. Her eyes widen in realization just before I run my tongue along the seam of her ass.
She jolts. “What are you—”
“Shh,” I soothe, massaging her cheeks gently. “Trust me.”
JJ sucks in a breath as I dive back in, licking and kissing her ass. She squirms initially, uncomfortable with the new sensation, but I hold her firmly, not letting up.
“No one’s ever...” she trails off.
“I know,” I say, looking up at her. “But you’ll like it. I promise.”
She bites her lip and I lower my head once more. I take my time, letting her get used to the sensation. Gradually, her body begins to relax, her moans returning.
I continue to lavish attention on her ass while my thumb teases her clit. Her breathing stutters, her body tense again, but this time, I don’t stop. I keep licking, keep rubbing, pushing her higher and higher.
“Jaxon,” she cries out, her body convulsing. “I’m... I’m going to...”
Her words dissolve into a scream as she comes undone, her orgasm crashing through her. Her body trembles violently as she surrenders to the intensity of the orgasm.
I slow my movements when her body goes limp and her breaths come in ragged pants. I press one last kiss to her pussy before standing up.
Her eyes flutter open. They’re filled with a mix of shock, satisfaction and desire.
“That was...”
I trace her lower lip with my thumb, watching her eyes close at my touch. “A preview,” I whisper against her skin.
Jessa
I’m on fire, everynerve ending in my body alight with sensation. Jaxon’s mouth and hands have set me ablaze, and I can’t get enough. I need more. I need him.
I reach for him, pulling him to me. I taste myself on his tongue. It’s dirty and hot and I want more.
“Jaxon,” I pant between kisses, my hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweats. “I need you inside me.”
He groans, grinding against my hip. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice steady and sure. “I’m sure.”
He stands up, pulling me with him. Our bodies press together, our mouths meeting in a hungry kiss. His hands travel my body, squeezing my ass, my breasts, as if he can’t get enough of me.
I know the feeling. I can’t get enough of him either.
We stumble our way to the bedroom, a tangle of limbs and lips and tongues. His shirt comes off, tossed aside carelessly.
My hands explore the hard planes of his chest, his abs, his shoulders. He’s all muscle and heat, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
