Page 66 of Love JD

Isla looked down again, and then she guided me to her entrance, her eyes hooded with desire and her chest rising and falling unsteadily. She inched down, pressing the tip of my cock inside her wet pussy, and I had to grit my teeth—it felt so good. “Fuck,” I hissed.

She glanced at me again. “You keep making sounds like it—ah,” she moaned as I pulsed a little further inside of her. “Never mind.”

I coughed out a laugh. Jesus she was cute. She planted her hands on my chest, her head bowed, and slid down a little further. I moved my hips, withdrawing and pulsing back in to stretch her because, yeah, she was tight. I wasn’t sure how true or untrue the whole virginal tightness thing was, but it felt pretty damn real to me.

It took some time, but soon enough, Isla had me nearly all the way inside of her, and she balanced her weight on her knees, moving up and down with her head thrown back and eyes closed. I ran my hands up her hips to her waist that flared sharply, soft and round in the most gorgeous way, and up her ribs. She moaned, and I vibrated with the effort to keep from letting go too soon. I wanted this to last, the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around my dick so tight, it fairly sucked me back in every time she lifted and dropped.

Isla moved faster, bringing her hands back to my chest to steady herself as she moved, and I knew then she was lost in it. I flicked one nipple, rolling it between my fingers, and she gasped sharply, tensing. I tried to distract myself by driving her wild, flicking her nipples until she gushed fluid around me, and then I moved my thumb to her clit, trying to find a rhythm she liked best. When I moved side-to-side over the bundle of nerves, she released a tortured, high-pitched sound like she had before. So, I kept doing it. I circled and pressed, bringing her closer to the breaking point while I held my own at bay.

Then her legs tensed, and she pushed against my chest hard, her whole body coiling as her orgasm released around me. Thank God, I thought with relief. I grabbed her hips, and careful not to push too far inside of her, I pulsed my pelvis just enough to find my own release. And Jesus, fuck, was it good. It rocked my body from my teeth to my toes, filling me with little sparks of pleasure that dredged the last of my energy into the sensation. I relaxed into the bed, and Isla flopped over my chest, her head on my shoulder and her sweat-dampened chest heaving against mine.

Wetness trickled between us, and I tucked my lips between my teeth to fight a smile. I hadn’t mentioned it to her before because I didn’t want her to feel self-conscious for any reason, but she was a squirter, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced. I could count on my hand the number of women I knew who legitimately did that, with fingers to spare.

Isla sighed, and her arms tightened around me. I enclosed her in a warm hug and kissed her forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m floating,” she murmured, angling her face to press a kiss to my neck.

“Floating is good.” I flipped us again so I could pull out of her without adding to any soreness she might feel. She looked up at me, eyes heavy with satiated desire, and she traced a line down my torso as I eased away from her and sat up on my heels.

She propped herself up on her elbows while I fixed my pants. “Was that… I mean I did that right. Right?”

“Isla,” I smoothed my hands up her thighs. “You are perfection in every way. Yes. That was right.”

“Okay, good,” she grinned crookedly. Her eyes strayed to the side, to where we’d been before I rolled her, and her jaw dropped. “What is that?”

I followed her gaze where moisture—a lot of it—and some pink mingled together on the white comforter. I pulled her up and into my arms again and distracted her with a kiss. “That’s sex, babe.”

“Gross,” she said with a curl of her lip.

I squeezed her. She was too adorable. Too sexy. I wasn’t going to survive it without imploding. “Yes, it is. The messier it gets, the better it turns out. Shower?”

“I guess we should,” she muttered, looking back at the comforter.

I snorted a laugh, dragged her forward, and when I planted my feet on the ground, I threw her over my shoulder. “Stop thinking, little scientist. I’m going to get you all sudsy and play with your tits now.”

“Why?” she wanted to know, aghast.

“Because your tits are fucking award-worthy, that’s why.”

She laughed, and it scattered my thoughts like dandelion seeds.

Chapter twenty-two

Isla

I twirled a vibrant maple leaf between my fingers, holding it over my face so a hole in its webbed surface glinted with bright sunlight overhead with each rotation. A cool breeze blew over my body, causing the grass at my side to tickle my bare legs and arms, and I closed my eyes. I inhaled the scent of petrichor left over from the rain we’d gotten the night before and wondered if Zev even knew what a paradise he had in his backyard.

To my right, Zev used a drill gun to secure the planks he’d stained so they formed a box. It was a little late to start a garden, in my opinion, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. It was shockingly adorable that he wanted to at all. I dropped the leaf and rolled my head to the side to watch him. I’d been lying down for a good half an hour while he worked. I should have been studying for the tests I needed to take after lunch, but I felt like my brain would melt if I tried to fry it with any more information.

Zev had on that stained white T-shirt he’d been wearing the other day, and his worn jeans stretched against his muscular legs as he crouched down in front of the last corner of the raised garden bed and drilled a screw into the metal corner bracket. I waved the leaf at him. “What are you going to plant?”

“You tell me, ecologist,” he grinned sideways. “What should I plant?”

“Hm,” I hummed. “Well, it’s not what most people would want in their gardens, I think. Most people want carrots and cucumbers… and zucchini for some reason.”

He glanced up from the box in amusement. “What is it you suggest?”

“Pollinator plants would be good,” I said, propping my cheekbone on my fist. “Native ones, preferably. Goldenrod, echinacea, blue flax, things like that. They’re good for the pollinators we should be supporting.”

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