Page 96 of Jester

SISTER SASS

Inever knew my bodywas capable of feeling so good. Jester and I have fooled around plenty, and his touch is often sexy as hell. But I didn’t grasp how much pleasure was possible.

Now I know, and I want more.

Jester stretches out against the arm of the couch and watches me. He wears a slightly cocky smile. His beard is still shiny from my juices. I can taste his cum on my tongue.

My gaze takes in the sight of Jester’s long, muscled body stretched out. His feet rest on the table. His dick, soft yet impressive against his thigh, calls to me.

I drape myself across him. Jester reaches over me and cups my ass so I’m pinned against his body. I kiss his lips before sucking at his throat.

“I’m not on birth control.”

“Neither am I.”

“I have condoms.”

Jester goes still, considering the right answer. “You know what I want. If you’re not sure what you want, those condoms might come in handy.”

I stare into Jester’s eyes and consider my options. If I want a kid, now is the right time. I might not feel ready, but Jester’s in his forties. I don’t have the luxury of giving us another decade to remain childless.

Bracing myself on the arm of the couch, I glance between us to see his cock is no longer soft. I straddle him and ask, “Will you do that thing with your thumbs on my nipples?”

“You want to do this down here?” Jester asks and glances up at the loft bedroom.

“I don’t care.”

“Then, let’s go to the bed where we have more room to move.”

Climbing off him, I clench my pussy and enjoy the hot tingles let over from my earlier orgasm.

“I don’t want you to get scared,” he says, standing up and seeming unsure. “Does the couch feel safer?”

“I’m okay,” I reply, making no promises. “It’s not the location. It’s you and me. I want you, and I’ll try to keep out of my own way.”

Jester gestures for me to head up the stairs first. I tell myself he just wants to see my ass, but I also think he worries I might run if my escape route is open.

I get to the top of the stairs and watch him approach. A swirling heat fills my gut. I’m suddenly intimidated. His cock is thick and hard.

Jester doesn’t head to the bed. He stops where I’m stuck. His thumbs stroke my nipples, making me shiver.

“What’s the plan?” he asks. “I don’t expect anything for two more weeks.”

Grinning at his comment, I stroke his dick. “I waited seven years for you. I’m sorry I wasn’t ready for you as soon as you walked free. But I think I am now.”

“We’ll see,” he replies and cocks an eyebrow.

“What’s the best position for you to be able to do what you’re doing now?” I ask and glance at his thumbs making wonderful circles around my nipples.

“You on all fours would allow my hands freedom, but I want you to see me,” he says before adding, “For my ego’s sake, not because you’re nuts.”

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