Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,90
passion-filled eyes finding mine. I pull her closer, our mouths meeting in an open-mouthed kiss. Her lips part, and my tongue slides inside. Tasting, sucking, swirling.
With her free hand she fists my dick, working its length in painfully slow strokes.
“I need you,” I rasp, my fingers tightening in her strands. If I don’t have her soon, I feel like I’m going to burst. But Yasmin has other ideas.
“Shhh…” The tip of her finger presses against my mouth, effectively shushing me.
I suck it into my mouth, and my eyes go wide at the musky scent of her coating my tongue. Yasmin just smiles, a wicked glint in her eyes. She knows damn well what she’s doing to me.
Letting her finger pop out of my mouth, I slide my tongue over my lower lip. “No more games,” I grunt. Putting my hands on her hips, I pull her over me. Our bodies are pressed together like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.
I crush my mouth over hers without mercy, letting her taste her lingering sweetness on my tongue.
She moans her approval, hips grinding over mine, her pussy sliding over my erection until I’m completely coated in her juices.
“Condom,” I bite, barely holding it together.
I can’t wait, not one second longer. If I do, I’m going to spill my load all over her like a fourteen-year-old boy who got his hands on his first Playboy magazine.
Yasmin grazes her teeth over her swollen lip, her eyes fixed on mine.
“I’m on the pill.” I halt at her soft confession, not believing I heard her correctly. Then she quickly adds, “And I’m clean.”
I inhale sharply, but there isn’t enough air to fill my lungs.
I haven’t ever gone without a condom, didn’t even think about it. It was instilled in me early on that it was just one of the things you never do. Not if you aren’t ready to be responsible for possible consequences. But with Yasmin…
“Are you sure?” She nods once before I can even finish my question. I push a runaway lock behind her ear. “I’m clean too. There hasn’t been anyone. Not since…”
Not since her.
Her lip pops out, and I lean in to kiss her, licking over it to ease the sting away. Our mouths connect in a hard kiss. Yasmin’s fingers dig into my hair, threading through the strands and tugging my head back.
“I’m sure,” she breathes against my mouth. Yasmin leans forward, pressing her mouth against my neck, just under my ear. “Make love to me, Nixon.”
I pull her away so I can see her. There is nothing but certainty in her eyes, so I kiss her, slowly, like we have all the time in the world.
My hands slide down her sides, fingers gripping her hips. Our eyes lock as I pull her down on me. She opens up, her wet heat slowly pulling me in, inch by inch until I’m filling her to the brim.
Christ. My eyes fall shut at the feel of her bare pussy wrapped around me. Hot and tight. Feeling her like this is better than anything I could have ever thought to imagine.
Her pussy quivers around me, and it takes all my strength not to pound into her until there is nothing left inside me.
“You’re so wet for me,” I growl in her ear. “So tight. So perfect. So mine.”
“Yours.” Yasmin kisses me, her hands cupping my head and holding fiercely as her tongue slides in my mouth. “Only yours.”
“Move for me, baby,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Yasmin doesn’t need more encouragement. She lifts up until we’re barely touching and then slowly lowers down. We both groan in unison as I fill her to the hilt, slowly stretching her until I’m the only thing she can feel. My hands dig into her hips helping her keep the pace.
“You make me crazy,” she pants, pressing her forehead into mine. “Every time I see you…” Slide up. “I want to feel you.” Down. “And when I feel you.” Up. “I want you inside me.”
“You have me.”
“But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.”
No, it’s never enough. And I feel like it’ll never be enough.
Not enough kisses. Not enough touches. Not enough moments to spend with this girl who owns me. Every single piece of me.
“Never,” I agree. “Give me more, Yas. Give me your all.”
Yasmin nods her agreement, speeding up her tempo. I can feel her starting to clench around me, so I help her, lifting my hips as she lowers hers.