Page 102 of Jump on Three

“Please. I want to take my pants off if you’re okay with that.”

Again, I had to close my eyes, so I didn’t explode like I had the first time we’d been together like this.

“Yeah, I would love to see your pussy while I’m touching it.”

Without any hesitation, she wiggled out of her pants and underwear, casually tossing them aside. Naked, she pressed her pretty body against me.

“You can touch me all over,” she said. “If you want to be naked too, I would like that.”

I stilled at the invitation. “We’re not having sex.”

“No. But I trust you to be naked with me.” She dragged a finger through my scruff. “Do you trust me?”

“Completely.”

She helped me unbuckle my trousers and slip them off. Then she tugged off my briefs, leaving me as bare as she was.

Her hands were busy, running over my chest and side, down to my belly, but never going lower. Her eyes were just as busy, feasting over every part of me. She got on her hands and knees, hovering over me, looking at all of me. My cock twitched under her attentive gaze, and she let out a little moan.

It was all I could take. Jackknifing up, I flipped her onto her back and closed my lips over one of her nipples. Her fingers jammed into my hair as she arched up, pushing her breast into my mouth. Her writhing hips were in my hands, and she spread her legs, welcoming me between them.

I kissed down her sternum, needing more of her flesh under my lips. Our eyes met. She whispered, “Yes,” and I kept going. Kissing her belly button, her hip bones, the dark triangle of hair. Holding her thighs apart, I revealed the pink between them, slick with desire. She rocked toward me, whimpering.

“Beautiful.”

She pushed up on her elbows, peering down her body to where I was prone between her legs.

“You think so?”

“Hell yes, angel. Every part of you.” I tore my eyes from her pussy to meet her heated gaze. “I’m going to taste you now.”

“Yes, please. I’ve never—I want that.”

The grin I flashed her was hungry. “I want it too.”

I dipped my head, taking my first taste. Spicy and sweet, she coated my tongue. My girl was already soaked, chasing my mouth. I didn’t make her beg. Jesus Christ, I wanted this as badly as she seemed to.

“Oh, Ivan. That feels better than I thought it could.” She dragged her fingers through my hair, stopping at my crown. “Yes, yes, please.”

I held her to my mouth, focusing on her swollen clit. There would be a time to experiment, to find out how she liked to be licked, but I did not have it in me to go slow. I needed her, needed this.

She writhed and moaned, asking for more, tugging at my hair while she throbbed under my tongue. Her breaths became ragged and stilted as I laved her clit with the flat of my tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “So good.”

I pressed my hips into the mattress. Every time she said a word or made a sound, another surge of blood filled my cock. When she was like this, she wasn’t cute anymore. My angel was the sexiest thing I’d ever encountered, and my body responded to her like never before.

“You—I…I’m going to come,” she cried. “Please don’t stop.”

Never.

I kept up the same ministrations, giving her greedy clit the attention it was begging for. Licking then pulling it between my lips.

That did it. I sucked on her clit, and she went wild. Her legs clamped around my ears, and she screamed her pleasure without worry her roommates would hear.

When it was over, when she was a panting mess, she coaxed me up her body, her arms draped around my neck. I touched my lips to hers, and she hummed, darting her tongue out.

“I taste myself.”

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