Page 71 of From Maybe to Baby

"Wish we'd stuck with fancy?" Jonas asks.

Lukas demonstrates a "hockey shell shot" while Jace tries to add a seashell to her tiara.

"Hell no."

"Your room or mine?" he murmurs against my lips.

"Very unprofessional of you."

"Always. I’ll call the front desk for a babysitter right now."

Back in my room,his lips close warmly over mine. Once, twice, three times, leaving me breathless.

“Jonas–”

His tongue snakes into my mouth as I speak, a dance that leaves me fantasizing about what his tongue feels like in other places. Then his mouth leaves mine.

He feathers kisses down my neck, and a firm hand squeezes my breasts. His warm breath sends a tingle down my spine as his lips wrap around my nipple, pulling and tugging until I gasp.

They continue down my stomach and hips when he hits a particular sensitive spot. I instinctively lift myself, pressing harder into his him.

He smiles, moving to the exact spot on the other side.

He’s hanging off the foot of the bed as he starts to trace his lips up my calf, searching for more sensitive spots. I am soaked between my legs and I can’t wait for him to find out.

My clit throbs. Hell, I might actually climax before he gets there.

He presses my legs apart and then his mouth is on me, his tongue sliding across my slit. He spreads my folds and reaches my throbbing clit.

“Oh God. Please don’t stop,” I cry out, my fingers digging into the sheet beneath me.

“No plans to, baby,” he breathes into me.

His tongue glides through my pussy as he pushes a thick finger inside me. “So damn wet,” he mumbles as he pushes a second finger inside and at the same time sucks my clit.

My back arches and my toes curl. The shaking begins.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my tongue.” His words send me flying.

My eyes squeeze closed and flashes of light brighten the darkness. He laps up my orgasm, moaning, and stroking me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, my shaking subsiding. He slides up my body, leaving a damp trail up my stomach, between my breasts, and then crashes his lips to my mouth.

He slowly pushes inside and on one stroke, I come again. My core is so sensitive I scream out his name, my breathing heavy and my body tight.

“Look at me, baby,” he says against my mouth.

I struggle to open my eyes and I see what’s making me so dizzy. His deep blue eyes glow with intensity, his hips thrusting, his cock hitting all the perfect places.

He pulls back to his knees, placing my thighs on his shoulders. In and out, in and out. He pumps, his cock swelling. I palm my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples, and my eyes flutter closed as another orgasm looms.

He squeezes his eyes shut, almost like he’s in pain, and he explodes in a last, deep thrust. He throws his head back, lips parted, the cords in his neck flexing and releasing.

I catch my breath and realize he’s looking at me as I lie there, and he is still, by some crazy miracle, erect. A new surge of want floods me and I slide out of bed and lower myself to my knees by the edge of the bed. I sink my mouth over his still-erect cock.

“Jesus, Alexa, I love your mouth,” he says between clenched teeth. “Yeah, baby, suck me just like that.”

I stroke my tongue along his rigid underside, along his bulging vein, as my fingers reach his balls. I gently tug, his legs stiffening under my touch. “Easy, baby, or I’m going to come all over that pretty face of yours.”

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