Page 54 of Whirlwind

“Not yet.” I nip at her lips. “If you touch me, I’m going to make a mess between your thighs, all over your nice jeans. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

She moans, and I kiss her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue so her taste will linger on my lips until morning. I memorize every sound she makes and all the ways her body sings under my attention.

Then I trail kisses down her check to her neck. “Leave your hands where they are,” I command. “Can you do that for me?”

She nods and bites her lip all sexy. “Yes, Professor.”

My dick throbs at her naughty response, and I hum against her sweet and salty skin, moving down her body so I can kiss her collarbone and the tops of her round tits.

I bunch up her shirt as I move further down, kissing the faint pink stretch marks on her soft stomach before dipping my tongue into her belly button. She moans, and I see her hands twitch as if she’s going to reach for me.

I gently bite her stomach, and she gasps. “Don’t forget. Keep your hands where they are, baby.”

She nods and watches me with lust-filled eyes, her skin flushed and lips plump from my kisses. I lick up her stomach again then use my hands to grip both her breasts through her shirt and bra. They’re a nice handful, and I take my timemassaging them until she’s writhing on the bed, her hips thrusting up and pussy begging to be touched.

“Has anyone ever told you your body is perfect?”

She shakes her head. “Not that I remember.”

“Fucking fools,” I mutter, squeezing her breasts again. “I could kiss and lick every inch of you all night. I’ll never get tired of exploring you.”

“Ryker,” she huffs, pressing her head back against the mattress. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Give me option A. I’m dying for it.”

I chuckle and kiss her belly before dragging my hands down her sides to the button of her jeans. The last time I was in this position, we were rushed and hopped up on adrenaline. Now, I get to take my time. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give her what she wants right now. What we both want.

“Remove your shirt and bra. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Finley eagerly takes her hands down from above her head while I unbutton her jeans. She wiggles and works her shirt off, and I tug her jeans down, revealing her lightly tanned thighs inch by inch until only her white underwear remain along with her beige bra.

“Fuck,” I groan as I study her curvy form in the dim light of the room. Yesterday, we were almost both fully clothed. Tonight… Tonight, I get to see all of her. “Show me your tits. I want to see how hard your nipples are for me.”

Finley flushes but props herself up enough so she can do as I ask. While she reaches around for her clasp, I drag my palms up her thighs, reveling in her smooth skin against mine and the wet line I see soaking through the crotch of her panties. The musky smell of her makes my mouth water. And when her boobs finally spring free, I think I lose my ability to speak.

They’re stunning, just like the rest of her. The perfect size, large but not too large, with dark areolas and pert nipples. Another time, I want to lick and suck them while I finger her,make her squirt on my fingers while I do it. But the view will do for now.

“Lie back against the pillow and touch them,” I say huskily.

She scoots back a bit, skin jiggling from the motion. When she’s settled, her hands palm her breasts, and I loop my fingers in the band of her underwear while she watches my every move. I place my gaze between her legs as I start to slide the material down, revealing her glistening pussy.

“Shit, baby,” I groan as I finish removing them. “I’m going to lick your pretty pink cunt, and I’m not going to stop until you’ve made a mess of me.”

“Ryker—”

My name dies on her lips as I spread her thighs wide, pinning them open so I can place my lips on her. She arches, pussy thrusting into my mouth. I hold her more firmly to lick a path from ass to clit. She cries out, and I groan in satisfaction, licking her again.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” I suck her clit, nibbling at it lightly.

Finley cries out again, louder this time. “Oh my god.”

I hum and continue to eat, tugging on her labia before I swirl my tongue around her opening and taste her directly from the source. My cock jumps against the bed, and I thrust my hips to relieve a bit of the pressure. Then I take a breath before burying myself between her thighs once more.

Chapter twenty

Finley

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