Page 52 of Wrecked
I start pumping them in and out, laying kisses on the flesh of her thighs, her hips, anywhere my lips can reach, while reaching my other hand up to palm a breast. She writhes against my hands.
As soon as I dip my tongue back into her folds, she clamps her legs against my head. I increase the pace of my fingers and the pressure of my tongue, flicking faster and faster, winding her up tight. And then I suck her clit, hard.
She's squeezing tightly around my fingers right before moaning loudly into the room.
Music to my ears.
With shudders of pleasure, she comes hard, soaking my hand.
I don't let up, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Finally, I remove my fingers when she's on her way down, replacing them with my mouth to lap up as much of her juices as I can.
“Do you know how good you taste?” I ask her after a minute, crawling back up her body. Jasmine smiles lazily up at me with hooded eyes and shakes her head. “Open up then.” Her chocolate eyes widen, surprised by my order at first, but then she's opening her mouth for me, letting me stick the fingers that I just had buried deep inside her past her lips. “Good girl, now suck.”
My eyes just about roll into the back of my head when she not only sucks them but also swirls her tongue around, causing my dick to jerk and demand attention. “Fuck. I need to be inside you right now. Please tell me you have condoms?” I rasp, getting to my feet. “Actually, I might have one in my wallet.”
Before I can make a step in the direction of my pants, Jasmine grips my hand. “There's some in my nightstand.”
She reaches for it, but I'm already there, opening up the drawer with gusto to grab one from the little basket she has in there. A small part of my brain wants to know why she has a bunch open and easily accessible, but I silence it, deciding that it's probably best I didn't know. Besides, I can hardly talk.
Jasmine keeps her sights locked on my face as I lower my boxer briefs, but once my cock is free, she drops her gaze down, making it ache in anticipation. Her eyes are hungry but still half-dazed from the orgasm I gave her. Then when she notices what's there, they widen in surprise, and she pushes herself up onto her elbows.
“You have . . .” Her voice trails off, and my lips twitch.
“What?” I ask. She flicks her gaze up for a second and then back down again. “Piercings?”
“Yeah. I was just trying to think of the actual name of them.”
“Ah. Frenum,” I tell her as I grab the base of my cock and squeeze. It's begging to be inside her, and I've stopped to have a conversation. “Or triple frenum.”
There are a couple of other names for them, one of which I really don't care for, but I'm not going to go into all that right now.
She reaches a hand up and traces lightly around each stud, driving me absolutely crazy. I'd love to have her play with them, maybe tugging a little on them before swirling her tongue around each one, but that'll have to wait for another time. I need to be in her pussy now.
I push on her shoulder so she's lying back on the bed again. Her mouth parts as if to say something, but whatever it was dies on her lips when I tear the condom open with my teeth, and at the same time, I stroke up and down my cock, staring down at her amazing, very naked body.
After rolling on the condom, I crawl onto the bed, using my knees to widen the space between her legs. “You still want to do this?” I ask while rubbing my sheathed erection against her heat.
It's probably unfair to ask now since my piercings will be rubbing over her already sensitive bud, heightening the sensations. Her eyes glaze over while she wets her lips and nods.
Leaning down, I take those luscious lips in a desperate kiss, maneuvering my hips to line myself up with her. There's no going back now. I thrust in, swallowing the whimper that escapes Jasmine's mouth, and then pause when I'm all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I say on a strained groan. “I told you you'd strangle me. Do you feel full?”
“So full,” she whispers, gripping my biceps.
Pumping my hips a few times, I revel in the feeling of her fitting me like a glove. “You okay?”
Once she nods, and I know she's alright, I pick up speed. I could already feel the tingly sensations at the base of my spine the second I was inside of her, but I want to make it last, so I gain my control back, taking in steady breaths.
It's a little difficult with Jasmine's reddened lips parting with every thrust, making me want to bite at them, and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. But somehow, I manage.
Sliding my knees up under her thighs, I spread her a little wider and then lift myself, so I can see where we're joined. A shuddered breath tumbles out of my mouth as I stare at my cock disappearing into her, over and over. I've always liked watching, but that was usually done as a way to get me off. Viewing it now is nothing short of amazing as I observe the woman who shouldn't want me, but does, let me into her body all the way.
I flick my gaze up to Jasmine's face and notice her head is lifted, watching the same thing as me.
“You like what you see?” I whisper, still pumping.
Hooded, chocolate eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
