Page 106 of Jett

But I have other plans. I peel down his swim shorts and note that he doesn't waste time stripping off his T-shirt. I'm still wearing my bikini, but he's completely naked now with his cock upright and ready. I gape at his member, my insides turning to heat because I know what happens next.

“Looks like I need to take care of something for you.” Every part of me wants to take care of him, to hold him. I stroke his wet tip, my heart filling with love for this man who has suffered so much.

My fingers skate gently over his chest before sliding down, down, down. I push him gently onto the bed, and start to explore his body, like he's been exploring mine.

He hitches a breath. “Sit ... on ... me,” he says, but its softer now, not commanding, like he's enjoying seeing where this is going.

“No. I want this.”

He leans back a little, on his elbows, his cock beautifully sprung up for me to feast on. I kneel in front of him, moving his knees wider, unable to take my eyes off his beautiful shaft. To think I was once scared of him being inside me, and now ... now I dream of us doing unspeakable things in bed together.

“You don't have to ... do this ...” He tries again, sitting up, but I can sense the urgency in his voice, like he needs the release immediately.

“I want to.” My voice is almost a low growl because I'm already dripping wet with desire for him, my arousal starting to trickle down my inner thigh. I could so easily sit on him and ride him wildly so we would come together, but he needs taking care of first.

I slide my hands along his inner thighs, hear the way his breath hitches. Keeping my touch featherlight, I trace along his heated skin, letting my hands run gently over the hard ridges of his abs. His cock is in the way, but I ignore it for now, as impossible as it is. I touch and trace, eliciting growls from him that only give me more confidence.

I smell salt and the sea on him. It's a scent that will always remind me of passionate nights with Jett. Dipping my head, I rain tiny kisses under his navel, moving down slowly.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“In time, yes. We will.” I look up at him with a smile. Seeing the torture in his expression fills me with power, but I lower my head again and lick his skin along his lower belly.

He rests a hand on my head and I suck his skin, wanting more, wanting to leave hickeys on him, branding him like he does to me with his kisses.

“Cari ...” he groans. I continue sucking, dragging this moment out longer than is comfortable. It's painful because the dull ache between my legs needs him inside me. But teasing him the way I am, so close to his cock and not doing anything to it, must be beyond unbearable.

I move lower still, making him groan again. Each time he groans, I know I'm doing something right. I did this for Rory a few times, but I didn't really like it. He was so rough with me. He'd force my mouth so that I'd gag.

Jett doesn't do that. I might not be up to the standards he's used to, but he's letting me do as I please.

And I'm enjoying this. Clasping my fingers around his cock, I wipe his wet crest with my thumb. He jerks like he's been pinched, giving me the green light to continue.

I stroke him gently, then bend down and lick the tip of his cock, glancing at him to see his reaction. But he's tilted his head back, and his eyes are closed.

He loves this.

JETT

If Cari continues like this, I'll come all over her. I could come right now, but I'll force myself to hold on, because I want to bury myself and empty inside her.

But she starts to suck, her gorgeous lips swallowing my cock slowly. I look at her, needing to see her mouth around me.

She seems emboldened now. One of her hands teases my balls.

She's wearing my favorite bikini, but I need to see her naked. “Take your clothes off,” I beg.

She looks annoyed, like I'm breaking her rhythm, but she does it anyway. Quickly taking off the sheer cover-up, she strips off completely and my cock hardens even more. She sees it. Not losing another moment, she kneels back down and pulls and strokes my cock. She teases me relentlessly, her thumb sliding over my wet tip, spreading my cum all over me.

She makes eye contact with me, her lips wet with saliva as she swirls her tongue all over my cock. I jerk, and grind my teeth down, trying to keep it together.

“I'm going to suck you off. Would you like that?” she asks, going full on vixen-mode and making my resolve crumble.

Hell, yes.

The sunbursts in her eyes sparkle as she stares at me. “I didn't hear you.” She's turned into the sexy minx again. Bold and confident.

“Very much,” I manage to say, then watch as she swallows me inch by delicious inch.

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