Page 37 of Amethyst

She sighs beneath me, so I suck a little harder, and then harder still.

Until I can’t take it anymore, and I twist her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

She gasps, crying out.

I stop abruptly.

“No!”

“Jen?”

“Damn it, Max. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

“But you cried out.”

“Yes, I’m going to make noise. That doesn’t mean I want you to stop. Unless you hear the wordstop, keep going.”

I lower my head again, take the nipple between my lips, and this time I suck as hard as I want to. I feast on her nipple, and how I wish she were all the way naked so I could trail my other hand between her legs, touch her there, feel her slick softness.

But she’s not naked, and I won’t rush her.

Her hands then. She glides her hands through my hair, and I quiver against her touch.

God, her touch.

All those months I yearned for her touch back in high school.

Even after she was gone… Still she haunted my dreams.

And now she’s here. Flesh and blood, letting me suck on her nipples.

I drop the first nipple and move to the second, sliding it between my lips, and without thinking, I give it a quick nip.

She gasps.

But I do not hear the wordstop.

So I do not stop.

I lick, suck, gently bite…and all the while my cock pulses, aching to be free, aching to be inside her tight pussy.

As I suck on the other nipple, I push her dress farther down to her waist. Then I let her nipple drop.

I promised not to talk. Not ask what she wanted, so I move her onto her back and slowly slide the light purple sequined dress over her hips and legs until it’s free from her body. Only her strappy sandals and—I suck in a breath—her white lace panties stand between her and complete nudity.

Sandals are sexy, no doubt, and I’m tempted to have her keep them on. But I remove them from her feet, and then I slide my finger beneath the waistband of the panties.

I stop for a few seconds, waiting.

But all she does is sigh and close her eyes.

She doesn’t tell me to stop.

So I do not stop.

I pull the panties over her hips, and I widen my eyes. She’s completely shaved. I’m not sure why I wasn’t expecting that. Already I can see her pussy—her plump pink pussy—and I can’t help myself.

I spread her legs, take a good long look, and inhale. Then I swipe a finger through her folds. She’s silky and wet. Just as I imagined. Just as I hoped.

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