Page 51 of Wrecked
Slowly, I trace my eyes over her pretty face, pausing longer on her soft lips that say such sweet and sincere words.
I don't focus on them for very long, though, because I notice the light blanket draped across her bed is only covering her from the thigh downwards. As a result, I have the perfect view of her mostly naked body, including her tits. Dark pink nipples are situated on medium-sized breasts, and the memory of sucking them into my mouth has me salivating, wanting to taste them again.
Jasmine starts stirring awake a moment later, probably from the feeling of having someone watch her. Her eyes open for the briefest second before she closes them again and rolls onto her back, stretching out with a yawn.
“Were you watching me sleep?” she mumbles sleepily.
“I was looking at your tits,” I answer honestly.
She peeks one eye open and looks down at her body on display, then lets out a quiet giggle, making me smile. Her gaze then swings to my body, both eyes now open, and she pushes herself up onto her elbows to look me over, pausing longer on my clearly hard dick straining against my boxer briefs.
“I didn't get to see you last night,” she says softly, glancing up to hold my eyes for a second before running them back down my body.
She's free to look all she wants, but when she licks her lips and then draws her bottom lip between her teeth, I lose the thin thread of control I was holding onto. I don't have the excuse of her just having had a panic attack to hold myself back.
That feverish need that was burning me up last night starts to simmer again.
Reaching my hand up, I thread my fingers through her hair and then gently grip it, forcing her to turn back and face me. Then, pushing myself up, I capture her lips with mine, swallowing down her soft gasp and parting her lips with my tongue. She melts into it, curving her body closer to me and pushing her tongue out to meet mine.
Last night, we tipped over the edge that I've been trying to stay firmly atop of. Now I'm caught in the forward momentum, unable – or maybe just unwilling – to stop. Especially not when she gives me that look with soft eyes, the one filled with happiness, the one that says everything will be okay and that she actually likes me. It's addicting.
Using my free hand to run down the length of her body along her bare skin, I soak in the feeling of her softness under my fingertips. Being able to touch her is almost dream-like. Like I've accidentally been given access to something amazing that I shouldn't have, and at any moment, that privilege will be revoked.
I still feel the doubts, the feeling that I shouldn't be here, that I should be leaving her well enough alone. I know I don't deserve her. Hell, I don't deserve any of her kindness or attention, but I was serious when I told her that my willpower had been crumbling away. It was practically trampled into dust last night. She's offering me something, and being the fucking selfish bastard that I am, I'm going to take it.
I grip her ass, squeezing the flesh under my fingers, then pull her closer.
Suddenly she pulls back, lifting a hand to her mouth. “I didn't brush my teeth yet.”
“Don't give a fuck,” I reply, easily removing her hand and retaking her mouth.
My hand runs a path, starting from the dip in her neck, sliding over a breast, teasing a hardened nipple as I pass. I halt when I get to her smooth stomach, instead stroking back and forth, going a little lower each time, then I pull back, a question written in my eyes.
If she comes to her senses and wants to stop this, I will, as much as I don'twantto and it will pain me to do it.
But I get my answer a second later when she places her small, soft hand on my forearm, encouraging me to go lower. That's all the permission I need. After slipping my hand into her panties, my dick twitches, and I stifle a groan when I feel how wet she already is.
“I've thought about this pussy a lot,” I admit, running my fingers over her slickness back and forth. Then pulling my hand back out and up to my mouth, I stick my tongue out, licking from base to tip before sucking them into my mouth, watching as Jasmine's pupils grow with desire and her lips part. “Fucking delicious.”
Not wanting to wait another second, I press her down to lay on her back and kiss a path down her body, settling between her legs with my nose nuzzling into the apex of her thighs, breathing in deeply.Intoxicating. This time I don't hold back my groan, letting the vibrations travel from my mouth over to her.
I only lift my head enough to yank her panties down and get my first glimpse at the prettiest pussy I've seen. A neat and tidy runway strip sits above glistening lips, tempting me to dive in for a taste.
I don't hesitate. Flattening my tongue, I lick her from her opening up to her clit. She squirms, letting out a whimper, and I do it again, adding more pressure this time. I think I've just found my new favorite taste and I can see myself happily getting addicted to it.
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I spread her open a little further and start going to town, devouring her. Licking, sucking, and flicking her clit back and forth with my tongue. I can't get enough.
Her hands dive into my hair, tugging at the strands. “Cam,” she breathes out.
The bite of pain against my scalp as she fists it, especially by the area still healing, and the scent of her heavenly musk has me groaning again and grinding myself into the mattress to try and relieve some of the pressure building in my cock.
When I feel she's getting close, I release her legs and decide to add my fingers into the mix, getting two of them wet before thrusting them inside of her heat.
“Oh,” she cries out, letting go of my hair to grip the sheet.
“Shit, Jaz. You're going to strangle my cock, aren't you?”
So tight.
