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I reluctantly pulled my mouth off of hers in order to give my undivided attention to her newly-exposed flesh. I ran my hand across the top of her chest, just feeling her softness, allowing my finger to trace her delicate collar bones, watching goosebumps rise up at my exploration.

Ava looked at me in bemusement as if trying to understand this unexpected gentleness. She wasn’t the only one confused. I had her naked breasts right in front of me and I was fixating on a collar bone. Who the fuck was I?

Frowning and shaking my head slightly, I looked down at her breasts, where I should have been looking, and wasn’t disappointed with what I saw. She was perfectly sized for her frame, her pale skin glowing in contrast to the delicate pink of her nipples.

I felt like a virgin gaping at her. I was entranced by the unexpected access to the body I had coveted from afar, but never thought I would allow myself to touch. I reached out and ran a soft fingertip around the hard nub of her nipple, watching her breasts quiver with each staggered breath.

I reached behind Ava and reclined her seat as quickly as possible. I gently urged her back, sliding on top of her and between her legs. I paused briefly to appreciate how she looked lying before me—soft, sexy, open. Again, I wanted to simply stroke my fingers over her skin, but I resisted that impulse.

Instead, I braced my arms on either side of her, leaned in and took one hardened nipple in my mouth, sucking strongly, flicking it with my tongue until she thrust her fingers in my hair, groaning her enthusiastic approval of my actions. I switched to her other nipple, one of my hands skating down her midsection to the snap of her jeans.

My mouth climbed from her wet, hard nipples up her chest, leaving red marks and bites along the way. Hickeys? Hickeys? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d marked a girl’s skin. Middle school, maybe?

Ignoring my own out of character behavior, I continued up to her neck, licking and sucking, careful not to leave any more marks. Biting her somewhere hidden by clothing was one thing but putting it where everybody could see it? That was something else. That was an act of possession completely foreign to me.

After opening her pants, my hand slid into her panties, delighted to feel her smooth skin and a small tuft of hair. Fuck, she was a turn on.

Still kissing her neck and ears, I slid my finger down to her pussy. I lightly dipped my finger in her wetness, then slid it up to her clit, circling it lightly. Her hips immediately canted up in order to get more contact with my teasing finger. I pulled back again, needing to see my hand on her body, to watch the red blush of arousal spread across her skin.

“Pull your pants down for me,” I gritted out. She stared into my eyes, and as though hypnotized, reached down and slowly slid her jeans and underwear down her thighs. Unable to wait, I quickly brought her legs together and finished removing them, pitching them on the driver’s seat.

I took a moment to appreciate her nude body, surprisingly tan for a natural blonde—which I could now confirm. I fought the impulse to take her to my house, so I could spend the night getting to know this body.

I gripped each of her thighs to get a better look at her, and returned my hand to the spot between her legs. I watched my middle finger slowly breach her pussy, until it was completely surrounded by her tight, hot flesh, my palm snug against her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusting finger. Her face contorted in pleasure as her body responded to my touch, her hips following my thrusting hand. She started to bite her lip, which lured me into kissing her again. She was like a buffet, and I wanted to eat everything at once.

I pulled back again to watch her. I had never been so fixated with anyone’s reaction to me, but Ava’s response to my touch made me feel high. I scanned up her body, which was flushed with her arousal, her nipples stood as hard as diamonds, her hips twisting frantically.

Ava reached for my face and tried to pull me back to her mouth, but as much as I enjoyed kissing her, I wanted to watch as I made her writhe in pleasure. I wanted to watch her come apart.

“Jack, kiss me,” she begged, her cheeks blazing with color,

“No, I want to watch you. I want to look at your body while I fuck you with my fingers and make you come,” I whispered against her mouth. Both of her hands covered her face as she squeaked with shock and, I think, embarrassment.

“Oh my god, watch me?” Ava wailed shakily. I was still finger fucking her, but had slowed down, lazily tracing a wet finger around her clit, keeping her on the edge.

“Fuck yes. You look… I’ve never… just, believe me. You’re fucking sexy. Incredible.” I pecked her mouth with kisses as I spoke. I was relieved Ava didn’t know how I usually fucked because everything I was doing with her was shit I had never done before.

My mouth slid to her ear. “I need to watch you come,” I asserted hotly in her ear, moving my hand more quickly against her, sliding another finger inside her. Ava wrapped her arms around my chest and hid her face in the arm I still had bracketed on her right, as I watched my fingers move in and out of her with increasing speed.

“Open your legs wider, Ava,” I commanded huskily, entranced by what I was doing, and felt her sheath squeeze around my finger and her nails dig into my arm. This was turning her on. She was getting off on knowing I was watching her.

Thank fuck.

My dick was throbbing in my pants, and for the first time in years, I was actually worried about coming without being touched. Ava’s hips were now rising and falling with my hand, chasing the orgasm that was just out of her reach, moaning steadily with denied pleasure.

I felt like a fucking god right now, slowing down my movements as she keened with frustration. I pulled out my fingers and, once again, ran the tip of my finger around her throbbing clit.

“Jack!” she half pleaded, half scolded.

“What?” I asked, knowing full well what she wanted.

“Please…please…”

“Please what?” I asked, still circling her clit. She didn’t respond, so I gave it a little pinch that had her nearly screaming with pleasure. “Please what?” I asked again, staring at her beautiful, passion-glazed eyes.

“Please…continue, please don’t stop anymore,” she implored, and it was so hot, I had to reach down and squeeze my dick to stop myself from coming. Her adorable face, pouting as she begged me to get her off, had me nearly passing out with lust.

I thrust two fingers back into her, grinding my palm back down on her clit, giving her the relief she so badly needed. I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she started to come, screaming so hard that I might have gone deaf in my left ear, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vice.

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