Page 96 of Stolen Kiss

I moved again, running my fingers across the skin at the top of her breast.

She arched her back. “Jensen, please. Stop playing with me.”

“But I like playing with you,” I told her. As if to prove my point, I moved my hands down and played with her tits.

She pushed her chest further into mine. Her little moans of pleasure when I twisted her nipples and pulled on them were music to my ears.

I stood up suddenly, and she made a small noise of protest at the back of her throat.

“Patience,” I told her.

I must have mistaken the noise coming from her as a growl. Still, amusement flashed inside me, and I worked hard to not let it show on my face.

I grabbed her leg and hooked it on my forearm, keeping her spread out before me.

“Is this position okay?” I asked.

She nodded, clearing her throat a bit. “Yeah.”

“You let me know if things become too much for you, got it?”

I pinched her nipple when she took too long to answer, and she glared at me. There was my girl.

“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbled.

This time, I gave into the urge and smiled.

That smile disappeared when I got a good look at her pussy.

Fuck, she was perfect. And she smelled amazing.

I could tell she was turned on, and I knew it wouldn’t take much from me to get her to come.

And how I wanted to see her come before my eyes.

How badly I wanted to be the one to make it happen.

I moved my hand down, watching the anticipation light her eyes as goosebumps rose on her skin, following the trail that my fingers left from between her tits down to her navel, where I circled around it once, twice, and three times before continuing my journey down her delectable body.

“Jensen,” she said, and I could feel her muscles shaking with need.

I moved my hand down between her thighs.

The first touch of my palm on her drenched pussy nearly had her jumping off the bed.

Her brows scrunched, as if she couldn’t handle the feeling of it anymore. I hadn’t realized she would be so sensitive to touch, and the mystery of whether she was the kind of girl who liked her nipples or her clit played with was answered.

It seemed she liked both in equal measures.

Lucky me.

This wasn’t enough, though. I wanted to uncover each and every single one of her treasured secrets and make them my own.

I moved my fingers across the swollen nub of her clit, and she threw her head back and let out a low groan in pleasure.

“Fuck,” she uttered brokenly. “Jensen.”

“I got you,” I cooed, moving faster and faster, loving the way she responded to me, like she was made just for me. She arched her back and thrusted her chest forward. I kept my eyes on her as she came undone in my arms, and when she was just on the precipice of falling over, I buried my face between her thighs.

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