Page 57 of Marry Me, Right Now

I could have kissed her like this for hours. The way her lips moved against mine so naturally, so perfectly, was intoxicating.

I moved down, pulling her shorts off slowly, down those endless legs, and tossing them to the floor. I knew this was a bad idea, but I just couldn’t stop. My lips began at her ankle bones, moving back and forth between her legs, kissing and stroking, my hands everywhere as I worked my way north.

Her tiny gasps excited me on a level I’d never felt before. I’ve had my fair share of hot women, but none of them had ever made me feel actually heated inside, through and through. I needed to worship her. I needed to please her more than I needed air.

Spreading her thighs slowly, I worked up, trailing my fingers along her hip bones as I nuzzled my lips directly against her dainty pink lips. She went crazy, squirming as she bent her knees upward, opening herself completely. Lapping upward along her soft folds, dragging my tongue against her skin, her little cries made my blood boil.

My concentration focused on listening to her every noise, pleasing her as much as possible, which thankfully decreased my erection. I needed to make her mine, but not tonight. This was about pleasing the breathtaking girl who was transforming my life.

Running my thumbs along her labia, I opened her pussy with my tongue, thrusting gently while she moaned quietly. “Oh,” she sighed softly, “Jacob, that’s so good.”

She smelled so sweet, with just a tiny tang of salt. Positively luscious. Flicking my tongue upward, I began lapping against her clit, gliding a finger inside her. She was quite wet, and very snug. Feeling the inside of her body, so private, felt like a strange bonding I hadn’t expected. Instead of driving in and out, I massaged her in circles, opening her gently.

“Do you like this, gorgeous?” I breathed, licking firmly against her little pink pearl as I added a second finger inside her.

“Yes,” she cried.

“And this?” I murmured against her skin as I added a third finger, turning my palm up so that I could press into the upper wall of her tunnel right below her clit, finding her g-spot. Once I found the slightly firmer bit of skin, I massaged that area while gliding into her slow and deep with my fingers. Pressing my tongue harder, I hoped that I was using the perfect amount of pressure on her sensitive nerve cluster.

I loved that she was letting me be so intimate, raw. She was holding nothing back, giving herself to me completely. Hearing myself moan against her silky skin, I skimmed my free hand up to massage her hip bone, meander along her stomach, wander all over her body.

She gasped, and I looked up as her eyes locked with mine. We stared into each other, bonded, captive, as I worked steadily to give her everything she needed. Her shoulders heaved and her pretty rosebud mouth dropped open as she panted, choking for air as everything within her seemed to clench and tighten.

“Oh... Oh, Ja... cob...” Clutching my hair, Mia completely shattered, crying out wordlessly as every muscle shook from the force that flew through her. I licked and thrust harder, working every nerve as she came, staring deeply into her beautiful eyes the whole time.

Finally her head fell back, and her fingers unclenched from my head. I genuinely wasn’t sure which of us was more satisfied at that moment. The thrill of watching her lose herself was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.

I gently moved my lips up to kiss her stomach until she giggled, then pulled her top back down and the sheets over us as I laid beside her. She was staring at the ceiling so intently I actually looked up to see if there was a moth or something. “Are you okay, Mia?” I whispered. A cold feeling settled in my spine as I realized I may have made a huge mistake.

She rolled toward me, propping herself up on an elbow, grinning. “I... I feel hollow. Like I’ve just time-traveled or something. Wow.”

My relieved chuckling filled the room. “Okay, now will you please tell me precisely what question four was?”

Mia’s head fell back as she laughed so hard she shook. “Whenever Rayanne is checking in about anyone’s boyfriend, she asks if he eats pussy like a champ.” We laughed together, and she snuggled up into my arms.

“Well, that was just my first try with you. It’s going to take several sessions before I know precisely what you like, and can read each little noise.”

Mia looked at me oddly. “Jacob, no man has ever made me come before, and that was the biggest orgasm of my life.”

“What?” I was horrified. “Didn’t they try?”

“Yeah, in half-assed ways, I guess. But I couldn’t relax enough. I’m not really comfortable around most men. So I’d just use my fingers on myself while they… you know.” Her eyes flew open in shock. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“I’m glad you shared with me.”

I pulled her tank top up at the back so I could stroke her petal-soft skin. “That backless dress was driving me crazy all day,” I confessed.

“I thought it would be perfect to make us both calm, but I didn’t mean to drive you crazy,” she giggled. Then she looked at me intently. “Oh,” she said, trying to sit up but I held her down.

“Tell me, but stay right here.”

“Well, um... Don’t you want...”

I kissed her forehead. “I just got my fill of the most luscious woman in the city. I’m good.”

“But–”

“Shh. Snuggles. Sleep.” She seemed reluctant, but I didn’t want her to feel obligated to retur

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