Page 94 of Jester

“It’s really tender,” she warns while tugging down her jeans and kicking off her boots.

“Oh, I bet it is.”

As Talon stands in her panties and tank top, I see her hesitating.

“Why did you do this?” I ask and tug off my T-shirt and remove my jeans and boots. When I’m standing in my boxers, I study her wary gaze. “I’ve seen your pussy, and it made my dick rock hard. No waxing necessary.”

“I want you to find me sexy.”

“I do.”

“Then, I want to find myself sexy.”

“Should I leave you alone with your waxed pussy then?”

Talon’s pouty expression shifts into a smirk. “I wouldn’t know what to do to make it happy. An ice pack, maybe.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Talon’s gaze washes over me. No woman’s ever eye-fucked me with Talon’s intensity. She might not be sexual, but she wants to enjoy my body.

Her tank top comes off, revealing her simple white bra. Soon, I’m looking at her bare tits. The nipples aren’t hard. She isn’t aroused in the least. But her gaze soaks up my unclothed flesh. I catch her glancing at my dick before she steps onto the couch and sits on the back. Her panties slide down to her knees before she pauses and frowns at me.

“Don’t be rough. Waxing hurt way more than I expected.”

“Stop bossing me around, Talon.”

Her gaze goes sullen before she regains her confidence. She pushes her panties past her knees and then closes her legs to block my view.

“Luca said she waxes all the time. Made it seem easy. I guess she just has a tougher pussy,” Talon mumbles, talking herself out of having fun. “I guess I shouldn’t get you thinking of other women naked.”

Giving my hard dick a squeeze, I frown at Talon. “You really are fucking crazy if you think I’m picturing any woman except you right now.”

Talon looks down at her tits and runs her fingers over her nipples. When they harden, she seems a little more self-assured. I wonder if she was this frigid before the rape. I suspect she was. The rape just gave her an excuse not to push herself.

Her gaze lifts to mine, and she offers a beautiful smile. “After the first strip of hair, I was ready to give up. But then, I thought of you. Like one of those mental exercises where you picture somewhere comforting to get through pain. The rest of the waxing didn’t hurt as much when I imagined us together. You’re my safe space.”

I step closer, pause to make sure she doesn’t get rattled, and then kneel on the couch. My lips taste hers, enjoying how open she can be when she gets out of her way.

Still kissing her, I brush my fingers across her tender pussy. It must feel good because she stares at me through half-open lids when our kiss ends.

My lips suck at her throat, enjoying her soft skin and familiar scent. Talon’s fingers rest on my shoulders, yet she doesn’t take what she wants. I think she’s afraid to get herself overstimulated.

We both move slowly. I nuzzle my face between her tits, inhaling her scent before my tongue licks each nipple. Talon shudders. Her gaze seems stoned. Her lips are parted as she breathes deeper, causing her tits to rise and fall faster.

Worried my lips near her scar might cause her to panic, I skip teasing Talon’s belly. I want her mind as far from the past as possible.

Talon’s pussy is wet when I blow on the pink flesh. She gasps before sighing. Her fingers on my shoulders are soft. Zero panic. I want to dive into the flesh before me, but fear if I get her too hot and heavy, she’ll fly off into a panic attack.

With her pussy spread for me, I give her clit a caress. Talon swallows hard. Her fingers slide across my back. She’s still calm.

My tongue presses against her clit, making a circle before dipping between her wet folds. Talon sways, seeming lost in a pleasure she never offers herself.

Kissing her flesh, I drink down the hot juices offered. My balls throb with arousal. Her scent is making me lightheaded. Her moans echo in my head. I fuck her gently with my tongue.

I consider the day she panicked. Everything I did then, I try to avoid today.

Talon says my name, sounding a little unsure. Her fingers disappear into my hair. She breathes easier. Talon knows where she is and who is making her body crazy.

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