Page 33 of Saffron and Secrets

“Well, what’s stopping you?” I say, encouraging him to devour me. I want him so much I’d have resorted to begging.

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Jonathan

“Nothing, babe. Nothing at all,” I say, enjoying how her legs are locked behind my back. The tight friction of her sex on my cock is perfect. The position keeps us close, and I welcome her breath on my face. Her sexy pants are urging me on, and I look over her black dress I’m about to remove. My hands rest on her thighs, skimming them up to her hips where the dress bunches.

She moves off one side, letting me push it over her ass. Her black lacy panties are now peeking through, and a deep growl leaves my chest.

I capture her lips in a kiss, unable to hold back. She whimpers when I pull away, but I want more. Pulling away, I look at the dress and hold it up over her breasts. She lifts her arms, and I take it off and toss it away, leaving her in only a black set. The delicate lace complements her skin, and my dick pulses at the sight.

“John,” she pants.

I smirk. “I know, babe. Soon.”

She whines, and I chuckle.

Rather than torturing us anymore, I move my hand to her shoulders and slip the bra off. Then reach around to remove it completely. Her breasts drop and her pebbled nipples are delectable. I bend down and suck one into my mouth, while my other hand squeezes the neglected breast.

She arches into me. “Oh god, yes.”

I twirl my tongue around her nipple and suck and squeeze simultaneously, moving a little faster and squeezing a little tighter, and she arches further. I pull away from her nipple with a pop, grazing my teeth along it.

She’s lost to the ecstasy, but I want more.

I need more.

“Babe, lie down.”

Her eyes snap open, and she’s flushed. But she nods and quickly obeys. She tilts her head so she can see what I have in mind.

I grab the sides of her panties and pull them down until they drop to the floor. I pause a moment and smile at her. “You're so beautiful.”

I run my gaze over her curves, appreciating everything about her. I part her legs wider, and her core makes me suck in a breath. So wet and ready for me.

My heart thunders in my chest. I skim my hands along her inner thighs and they quiver under me.

“So responsive.”

“God, yes.”

I can’t wait to have her writhe under me. I move one hand from the crease of her hip to touch her above the clit, and she cries out, but I don’t stop. I move my hands to dust them over her clit and down past her wet core.

“More,” she cries.

“I know you want to come so badly, don’t you?”

She moans, “Yes.”

“I can see you're wet.”

She moans again. And I repeat the motion but stop at her opening and gently push in one finger. She tries to close her leg, but I push it open again, needing to watch my finger in her. I continue, but need more, so I add another finger.

As soon as I insert the second finger, she says, “Yes, that’s it.”

So, I curl my fingers along her wall on the way out, finding her spot where I need to focus my attention on. When I hit it, her head tips back and she moans.

It’s so hard standing here and holding myself back. I badly want to lean forward and taste her, but I want her first orgasm on my hand so I can take my time when I eat her.

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