Page 49 of Jester

Pressing my face in her thick hair, I inhale deeply and murmur, “Fine, then I want a taste.”

“I’ve given you a taste.”

“You’ve offered up these lips,” I say and suck at her bottom one before giving it a playful nip. “I’m looking to taste your other lips.”

Talon isn’t a delicate flower. She was raised around wild people who talked about fucking as casually as ordering a meal. There’s zero reason for her cheeks to blush bright red right now. Yet, that’s what happens as she pictures me sinking between her thighs and enjoying a taste of her sweet pussy.

“No.”

“I’m going to eat you out eventually,” I say and tug off my shirt. “No sense in putting it off.”

Talon goes still at the sight of my bare flesh. She’s got a weakness for me without a shirt. I smirk at her uncertain expression. My fingers tease the soft skin along her tank top straps before sliding down her chest and skimming her hard nipples.

“No,” she says.

“You’re scared of the past. I’m right here now in a safe place. None of this is the past.”

“I’m not ready.”

“You’ve known this was coming for seven years. How long did you think I’d wait?”

Talon squirms away and shrugs. “I figured we’d date for a few years with just kissing and maybe a little boob action. Then, once we were married and I was drunk enough, we’d try sex. Then, I’d hate it and only give it to you on your birthdays.”

I throw my head back and laugh at her bullshit. This woman isn’t frigid. I don’t know what I’d do if she really was. Could I keep my dick zipped up except for a pity fuck once a year?

Probably not. But we’ll never know since she’s full of shit. No way does a frigid chick eye-fuck me like she is right now.

“It’s time,” I say, staring into her fearful, brown eyes. “You’ve been waiting for me for a long time. This is what you want. You know I’m not one of those frat fucks. There’s no reason to wait.”

“I’m scared,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes. “I’m not ready.”

“You are. You’re not really afraid of fucking. You’re afraid of it being like it was with those assholes. You haven’t had any other experience. There’s being a virgin and there’s being raped. So, you want to stick with the safe one, but that’s not an option.”

“Why can’t we wait?”

“Because you won’t be any more ready in a day or year. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time. If this happened before you were raped, you wouldn’t be so scared. Because it’d be between you being a virgin and you making your fantasies real.”

Talon stares at me and then looks around for an escape. When her gaze returns to my face, she exhales deeply and nods.

My lips meet hers as I keep her pinned to my body. Talon tugs her mouth free and tries to shove me away. I don’t budge as she squirms.

“What if I panic?” she asks.

“Depends. Are you panicking because it’s your first time or because you’re thinking of the rape? If you’re just being a scared virgin, I’ll tell you to trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

“Are you good at sex?” she asks, sizing me up now.

“No, but I know how to do it. I’m going to do it real slow and nice for you. Like, when I was a kid, I’d shove food in my face and lick my plate clean to prevent anyone from stealing my shit. But for Betty Boop, I would slow down and eat like she wanted. I can be different for the right people. If you were any other chick, I wouldn’t even be going down on you.”

“Please, stop charming me,” she begs and starts laughing. “Your words are too damn romantic. Am I in a rom-com or what?”

Rolling my eyes at her teasing, I wrap my hands under her ass and walk us to the couch where she can’t help but tumble back. I drop so my upper body keeps her legs pinned.

Talon narrows her eyes, wanting to push back. I love how tough she thinks she is. Of course, I want her to be strong, especially after I saw her defenseless in that hospital bed. When Talon glares at me and snarls like a pissed dog, I feel how healthy she is now. I see her better when she’s like this rather than when she gets scared. I want to know the Talon who survived, not the one dying in a hospital bed.

“You said I love you,” I explain as we stare at each other, waiting for the other one to back down.

Talon’s gaze softens. “I know you do.”

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