Page 93 of Growing Into Love

We finish dinner and head upstairs to our room. My stomach clenches as Jaz closes the door and turns to me. In the soft light of the lamp, he’s like a prince walked out of a fairytale, his shirt open at the collar, his curls falling into his eyes.

“I don’t want this day to end,” I confess.

“It’s not over yet,” he says.

His arm curves around my waist, bringing me close. His lips brush against mine, softly, tenderly. I grip his shirt in my fists and kiss him deeper, sweeping my tongue into his mouth as he groans against me. The sound of him ignites a fire inside me. There are no rules left to follow, no secrets left to keep.

Jaz is mine.

TWENTY-SIX

JAZ

I findthe zipper at the back of Cass’s dress and slip it off her in one fluid motion.

Her fingers are deft as she unbuttons my shirt, letting it puddle on the floor. I trace my fingers down her neck, across her collarbone, over the curves of her shoulders. She glows like a pearl in the lamplight. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I run my fingertips over her breasts, down the length of her waist, tracing the line of her underwear and she gasps. Her hand comes to cup my cock, already hard and ready for her.

I bring her mouth back to mine again, kicking off my shoes as she unbuttons my fly. I want these clothes off, I want nothing but her skin on my skin, to feel her heart pound against me. I unhook her bra and groan as I take one perfect breast in my hand, marveling at the pale pink nipple that grows hard when I sweep my thumb over it.

“Ah,” Cass cries, arching her back. I lift it to my mouth, sucking and licking to my heart’s content. Cass grips my face in her hands and brings my lips to hers.

“There’s something I need to do,” she murmurs against my mouth.

The next thing I know, she’s dropped to her knees.

My breath catches in my chest as Cass shoots me that cheeky grin, sliding my trousers off and then my underwear. My cock thrusts proudly toward her and she takes it in her hands, so gentle yet firm. I groan as she strokes me then gasp as she plunges me inside her mouth.

“Cass,” I cry, as she sucks me in one long pull. “Oh my fucking god.”

My knees go weak and my vision blurs at the edges. Cass takes me deep in her throat, moaning against my shaft, licking my tip and then thrusting me in her mouth again. She strokes me as she sucks me, the friction and wetness making me dizzy.

But I’m not ready to come yet.

When she pauses to look up at me, I pull her to her feet and sweep her up in my arms. She shrieks with delight as I carry her to the bed.

“This bed is so big,” she says, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “Bigger than the one at the Fairview.”

“It is,” I say. “And I’m going to fuck you on every inch of it.”

“I didn’t know you talked dirty.”

“You bring out a different side of me,” I growl. I lie beside her and snake my arm around her waist, yanking her so that she’s got her back pressed against my chest. My cock prods the curve of her ass. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmur, running my hand over her slender waist and down the length of her thigh. “These legs,” I moan, before moving my hand to her sex. I can feel her wetness through the thin cotton fabric. “So wet,” I whisper.

“All for you,” Cass murmurs and it makes my cock throb harder.

I yank her panties down and she shimmies out of them. Her bare ass curves against me and I stroke her clit, feeling the tiny bud of pleasure grow hard beneath my fingers.

“Oh,” Cass moans. I slip my fingers down to circle her entrance and she bucks against me. “Oh, Jaz.”

I love feeling her grow wetter beneath my touch. I stroke her more insistently, pressing my erection against her ass.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please, what?” I growl in her ear.

“Please, Jaz, I want you inside me,” she begs.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I plunge myself into her pussy from behind, feeling her warm muscles wrap around me, keeping my hand at her clit. We both gasp in unison, and I bite her shoulder gently as I start to pump, feeling the blissful ache as I drag my dick over her G spot. She tightens for me, squirming with pleasure, and I grab her breast in my hand, holding her against me, teasing that nipple again.

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