The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,18
though. If it’s been a while for her, I have to make sure she enjoys this.
With my free hand, I search the back of her skirt. “How do I get this off?”
“Unzip it,” she moans.
I feel nothing but fabric and impatiently pull on the waistband. “Where? What zipper?”
“What?” Her eyes slit open, a lusty, drunken gaze. “Oh. Side.”
Side? What? I circle around her waist, searching, and she closes her eyes again, absolutely no help. “Please don’t stop,” she says.
I would chuckle over her sudden descent into arousal if I weren’t so hot to get the fucking skirt off. It takes a few more seconds of one-handed struggling to locate a side zipper, get the skirt all the way around her waist and untuck her blouse. I stop fingering her long enough to remove them both, along with her underwear, and not a moment more. I want her sopping when I enter her.
I pop her bra with one hand, and her tits spill out. They’re too big for her small frame, and her tiny, pebbled nipples beg for my mouth. I start with her neck, nibbling the thin skin under her jaw before making my way down. She arches for me, falling back onto her elbows, groaning. I take a nipple between my teeth as I continue to work her into a frenzy. She shudders against me, spurring me to thrust faster, harder. Her wetness makes my fingers slippery, and the sucking sound turns my cock to stone. I move to the other breast, feeling ravenous, mouthing her with fervor normally reserved for eating pussy.
Which I also plan to do—later.
I reach into my back pocket with my free hand and get a condom. Looking down her body, then into her eyes, I tear the wrapper with my teeth. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I tell her.
She nods hard. “Right now.”
“So give me back my hand,” I tease as she writhes on my fingers, “or open my pants for me.”
She pushes off her elbows and yanks me forward by the waist of my jeans. She unbuttons them deftly, sliding my zipper down. When she reaches in my underwear and wraps her hand around me, it’s all I can do not to growl. She isn’t timid. She holds me like a woman, her hand soft but firm, unafraid.
“You’re hard,” she says, stroking me once.
I stroke her too, curling my fingers inside her. “What’d you expect?”
“That you’d be hard.” She circles the tip with her palm, spreading pre-cum over my head.
I grit my teeth.
“You’re big,” she adds.
I hold her gaze. I like where this dirty talk is going. “What’d you expect?”
“That you’d be big. That’s two out of three things I was right about.”
“What’s the third?”
“I’ll let you know.” She pushes my pants down so they pool around my feet. Taking the condom from me, she positions it over my crown. Her fingers are long, but her hands are small, making me look even bigger as she rolls on the condom.
I love that she wants this as badly as I do. I love that she didn’t ask me to turn out the lights, that it didn’t even occur to her. I can see every part of her, the pinch of her eyebrows as she focuses, the pink flush of her chest, the swell of her nipples.
When she finishes, I kiss her hard, moving so my thighs press against the counter’s cabinets. I take my dick in my free hand, position it, and spread my fingers inside her, opening her up for me.
And then, she tenses up so tightly, she constricts around my fingers. She stops kissing me. I pull back a little to look her in the face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She pulls me back by my collar, and as quickly as she went taut, she’s jelly again. “I’m good.”
We both watch as I press my crown in. I don’t remove my hand from between her legs right away. I want some part of me inside her at all times. When I’ve begun inching my way in, I remove my fingers to thrust deep, anchoring myself to the hilt.
Her uninhibited groan is music to my ears, undoing me just a little. I slide out and dive back in. She’s hot, tight, but she takes all of me with each thrust. As I go harder, I reach up to touch her face, but she catches my wrist. She brings my hand to her mouth. I widen my eyes as she wraps her lips around my