Page 98 of Capri

All that kiss did was stir me up inside. Tease me.

A moan slips from my lips, and my eyes bulge open, checking to see if he heard me or not.

Spoiler alert: he did.

Jones swallows slowly, and my eyes follow the Adam’s apple at his throat as it throbs steadily.

Fuck. I want him so badly. To consume me.

“Helping?” The edge to his voice tells me he’s fighting. Fighting the urge to take things further and touch me how he wants to.

Fortunately for him, I’m also tired of fighting.

Right now, I want to feel good, and I want Jones to be the one to make it happen.

Gathering the courage, I let my legs fall open, the fabric of my shorts riding up the apex of my thighs.

Jones doesn’t miss it for a second, his eyes drawing to my center and his teeth biting his lip in restraint. “Capri,” he lets out on a strangled groan.

“Please, Jones.” I whimper. “Touch me. Make me feel good.”

“Sweetheart…I thought…I don’t want you to feel pressured to?—”

“I want you, Jones. I’m just…tired of fighting it. Fighting how much I want you. Please.”

That seems to be the only consent Jones needs before his palms meet the inside of my thighs and head straight for my pulsing core. “I’m gonna give you what you need, Capri. But I want you to promise me you’ll speak up if it’s too much.”

“Never.”

He chuckles. “Fuck. I’ve missed you like this. Christ.”

I’m still fully clothed but I’ve never felt more exposed. In the most glorious way, too.

Carnal Jones is my favorite version of him.

He pulls the band of my shorts, dragging down my panties along with, and leaving me bare before him. “Fucking hell.” His thumbs separate the lips of my pussy and he drinks in the sight of me.

Pink cunt spread wide and glistening with need for him.

“You’ve felt so far away.” His words are hoarse, straining between us as the tension intensifies. “All I’ve wanted to do is pull you close and never let you go. See you let go of control and let me have you. Show you what it feels like to be with a man who will adore you.”

The moan that escapes me is full of pleasure and anticipation. It’s been too long, and I need him to do with me what he claims he’s wanted to do.

Make me his. Again, that is.

Jones settles himself under my legs and inhales the scent of my arousal.

I feel feverish. Like the only thing that can cure the ache is his mouth.

“Jones,” I cry out.

“Right here, sweetheart. Just soaking in the sight of you. Pussy quaking and needy pink lips begging me to have a taste.”

“Oh, god.”

His tongue swipes up my center and my body is brought back to life. Resurrected from the fucking dead and made right with the man my heart has searched for all this time.

Jones is relentless. Ravenous for all of me. A growl erupts from his lips with a vibration that causes my body to tense, and I feel my orgasm spring on already.

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