Page 38 of Amethyst

Wet for me.

Forme.

Every cell in my body tells me to shove my dick inside her, to fill her emptiness and ease my own ache.

But we haven’t talked about protection. We haven’t talked about anything that we should’ve talked about.

Damn.

“Jen…”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to get a condom now.”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. I’m on birth control, and I get tested every month. I had to, on the—” She shakes her head vehemently. “No. I don’t want to think about that right now. If you’re clean, you have nothing to fear from me.”

“I’m clean.”

Though I don’t elaborate further, I’ve only been with Mimi in the past year, so she’s safe with me. The thought of Jenna, no barrier between us. I think I just got harder.

She winces then, squeezes her eyes shut.

Does she think I’m going to take her? Just like that?

When she’s wincing? Almost grimacing?

No.

My instinct wants to ask her what to do, but I promised I would be quiet.

I would wait for her to tell me to stop.

So I spread her beautiful legs, gaze between them once more, and then gently slide my tongue over her pretty pussy.

I can’t hold back the groan that emanates from my whole body. She tastes even better than I imagined. Fruity and floral, tangy and musky.

Like no pussy I’ve ever tasted.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, testing the waters a bit. She grasps the bed clothes, raises her hips slightly.

Good. Good sign.

I returned to her slit, probe my tongue inside, and then return to gently work her clit.

She moans above me, but she doesn’t say anything. No stop.

So I do not stop.

Good. I continue, sliding my lips over her slick folds, my cock throbbing.

Is she ready? She ready for a finger?

I won’t ask.

I slide my tongue up to her clit, lick it gently, and then slowly slide a finger inside her.

She lifts her hips again, undulates them a bit.

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