Page 78 of Until Tomorrow Comes
His grip tightens around my waist, the move drawing my attention to his hard length as it presses against my lower stomach. My breath catches in my throat at the contact when he answers.
“Because everyone is going to take one look at you and immediately wish they were me.” He reaches a hand up to trace a single knuckle along my cheek. “Considering I know most of the people who are going to be here today, I can say with certainty that they’re all going to be envious of me.”
He closes the distance again, kissing me while walking us backwards until my ass hits the table. Bending down, Jackson pulls my dress up until his hands find the backs of my thighs.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me up and seats me on the kitchen table before stepping between my parted legs. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress out of his way until it pools around my hips. When he trails his fingers along the edges of my underwear, I finally breakaway with a gasp.
Jackson continues kissing along my jaw and dips a finger inside my underwear and traces back and forth.
“Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” My voice is breathy, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed when he kisses the sensitive spot just behind my ear. Despite mentioning our need to leave, I squirm against him, desire overriding anything else.
“Fuck being on time.” His finger dips further down between us.
My heart pounds heavily in my chest at his words and the feel of his hard cock pressing against me scattering whatever logic remains. All I can focus on is Jackson standing between my legs, staring at me as if I am the most tempting person he has ever seen.
He places a brisk, gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away. With his free hand, he runs a finger along the strap of my dress, following the deep v of the dress. When he reaches the center of my chest, he flattens his palm against me and pushes gently. I fall back slowly, resting back on my elbows and staring back at him.
“If I have to be a part of this circus, I will be doing it with the taste of you still fresh on my tongue.” With that, he sinks to his knees in front of me.
Licking his lips, he tugs at the sides of my underwear, before pulling them down and grabbing my hips, hauling me to the edge of the table. One of his arms wraps around my thigh, holding my leg in place over his shoulder and keeping me spread open.
Before I even finish my next breath, his tongue is on me, licking the length of my pussy with a groan.
“You taste like heaven.”
My only response is to drop back, laying flat on the table with a moan. The feel of his beard against my thighs heightens the sensations coursing through my body.
“There is no better sound than the ones you make from my touch.”
His other hand trails up my other thigh, the teasing touch driving me insane and making me desperate for him to go higher. With his thumb and fingers, he spreads my pussy lips apart. I don’t get a chance to squirm at the exposure before his tongue spears into me.
My hands scrape against the wood, seeking something to grab, but as I come up short, my hands tangle into Jackson’s hair. Pulling him as close as I can, and moaning as he ravishes me.
“Jackson.” I breathe out, my hips lifting off the table at the next thrust of his tongue. The hand that clutches to my thigh on his shoulder moves to my stomach, holding me down in place.
“And my name on your lips is my personal favorite.”
Any other thought is wiped clear from my mind when he presses his tongue to my clit at the same time he swipes two fingers over my entrance.
“So fucking wet for me, Kitten.” He murmurs against the pussy.
My face heats, but his words only excite me more. I never thought someone talking when fooling around or having sex would be hot. But every word that Jackson says turns me on more and more.
He teases me with his tongue and fingers until it feels like I can’t take it anymore.
“Please,” The tips of his fingers slip inside me and I groan in response. “Oh fuck, yes!”
“That’s it.”
I whimper when he pulls out, but instead of teasing me like I expected, he wastes no time pushing back in. Slowly, he works his finger in and out of me.
“I’m close.” I moan out and he responds by twisting his fingers, hooking them inside me and thrusting in.
“Good girl, let me hear you as you cum all over my tongue.”
He massages his fingers inside of me, making my toes curl while the rest of my body tenses. I stare down at him between my legs, meeting his gaze as he watches me. His tongue continues its tortuous circles around my clit and his fingers hit the same spot that leaves my body tingling.
“Cum for me, Kat.”
