Page 87 of Love JD

I nipped the spot where her pulse had picked up against her pale throat. “Take off your clothes.”

She chuckled lightly, and extricating herself from my grasp, she shimmied away from me to slide off the bed and stand where I could see her. She lifted the hem of her tank top, sliding it up her torso slowly while her lashes fluttered to half-mast with desire. I stopped breathing completely. Her ribbed, white tank top caught on her breasts, and then she tugged it over them, lifting her arms and exposing her round, generous breasts with rosy nipples that had already hardened under my gaze.

Then Isla pushed her pajama shorts down her legs, revealing no underwear whatsoever, and my balls clenched at the sight of her standing there completely naked. Her chocolate-fountain hair spilled around her shoulders, and the ends curled around her nipples, as if teasing me and tempting me to twirl her hair around my fingers and flick her nipples at the same time. “Come here,” I said, my voice already husky.

Smiling coyly, she climbed back on the bed, and I lunged for her, gritting my teeth against the pull in my injured ribs and dragging her luscious, naked body back to me. “Fuck, Isla. You’re stunning. You know that, right?”

She shrugged. “You make me feel that way.” She settled back on my lap, yanking at my T-shirt. “Your turn.” I glanced at my sling, and Isla seemingly realized the same problem as I had. “Oh… never mind,” she smiled. Then she dropped a kiss on my cheekbone and rubbed her cheek against my beard. “I don’t need that half anyway.”

I laughed, tightening my right arm around her bare back. “I’m going to make a prediction, my student.”

“Hm?”

“You’re going to come first.”

She pulled away, quirking one dusty brown eyebrow. “Is that right?”

I winked. “Bet.”

She laughed, trickling warmth through my body like a babbling brook, and framed my face between her dainty hands. “Okay, Professor. You’re on.”

I thought through a few options, considering her limitations and mine, and then I tipped us over, so I could lay on my right side and she lay facing me. “There are a few ways to play around with the ‘sixty-nine’ position, but I think this will be the easiest for us.”

She darted a look from my face down to my boxers and back up. “Okay.”

I kissed her, hating that I had to lay on my only good hand, but if we did this just right, I shouldn’t need it. “Touch your nipples,” I ordered softly.

She gave me a bewildered blink, but then she obeyed, bringing her hands up to her breasts and squeezing them softly before rolling her fingers over the peaks. A soft breath escaped her parted lips, and I held her smoldering gaze as she played with her breasts.

“Other hand on your clit,” I instructed. Already, my dick had gone rock hard, and it gave a needy twitch as I watched her other hand track down her curvy body and between her legs. “Good girl. I want you wet. Are you wet yet, Isla?”

She nodded, breasts rising and falling faster as she rubbed her pussy with her fingers. The fingers over her nipple stalled, so I bent and took her breast in my mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, arching into me. Holding her nipple gently between my teeth, I flicked it with my tongue. She twitched, moaning again and pushing her breast further into my mouth. I sucked again, and her voice tripped up an octave.

I played with her nipple while her hand kept a steady tempo along her slit. I waited until her breathing grew erratic and her moans turned desperate. With a perfunctory lick, I pulled away and glanced up at her closed eyes and parted mouth. “You don’t get to come yet. Are you close?”

She nodded, biting her lip. Her fingers between her legs moved faster. “I’m—oh God, Zev I want you.”

“Show me how wet you are,” I whispered, bending to flick her nipple with my tongue again. She groaned, as if she didn’t want to stop. I nipped the outside curve of her breast. “Show me.”

Reluctantly, she lifted her fingers between us. Her arousal glistened on her fingers, and I brought my mouth down to clamp around her middle two fingers. I sucked, holding her startled gaze before I popped off her fingers with a hard suck. She swallowed visibly. “Oh my God.”

Chuckling, I scooted down the bed and motioned with my head. “Head down that way.”

“On our sides?” she asked, sitting up and swiveling her position so she lay on her side with her head right by my aching dick.

“Mhm.” I hooked my right arm around her knees and pulled her close to me.

She gasped. “Oh my God. Wait. I change my mind.”

“No deal,” I grinned wickedly. “At the very least, your pussy is mine. Spread your legs.” I looked down between us to find her unsure gaze. With her sweet slit only inches from my mouth, I kissed the outside of her thigh. “Baby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But at least let me get you there.”

She blew out a breath, and her eyes strayed to my crotch. A smile tugged up the corners of her mouth. “No, wait, I want to do the same thing to you that you did to me.”

I laughed. “And what was that?”

Isla slid her hand up my thigh and over my dick, causing me to jerk with a harsh breath. She smiled and licked a line up the shape of my dick on the outside of my boxers. “I want to make your eyes cross.”

I laughed again, but it ended on a groan as her free hand followed the path her tongue had taken, and pure ecstasy shot from my cock to my toes. “Christ,” I muttered. “Okay, minx, come here.” I managed to maneuver my right hand out from under me, and I coaxed her leg up until the pretty, pink petals of her pussy were spread open for my devouring.

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