The Sophomore (College Years #2) - Monica Murphy Page 0,95

over me, making me hungry too and I reach for him, my hands landing on hot, bare skin, my fingers immediately exploring.

I want to explore every inch of him.

He abruptly pulls away, his hands at the side of his briefs as if he’s going to pull them down at any second. “Want to see?”

“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation.

He smiles. “Show me what you’ve got first. Let me see you, El.”

I take my camisole off, revealing my lacy bra. My nipples poke against the fabric, hard and tingling, and I reach behind my back, undoing the hook so they spring free. I discard the bra, letting it fall to the floor and I sit in front of him, naked from the waist up.

His gaze never straying from my breasts, he murmurs, “Show me more.”

As if in a trance, I rise to my feet and undo the snap of my jeans, sliding the zipper open before I push the denim down my legs, kicking them off. My panties are pale yellow and cheeky and I hesitate, not about to show him all the goods, even though he’s already seen them.

“Your turn,” I tell him, my voice husky.

“At the same time?” he asks.

I shake my head. “You go first. You’ve already seen me.”

“Got me there,” he says with a closed-lipped smile, right before he sheds the briefs.

Revealing himself in his full naked glory.

And what a sight it is to see. His cock is huge. Pointing in an arc, the head toward his flat stomach, the muscles in his thick thighs defined. My mouth pops open, I can’t help it, and I stare at him for a little while, caught up in all this male beauty on display just for me.

“You’re making me nervous,” he says after too much silence.

I lift my gaze to his. “You’re beautiful,” I say truthfully.

He reaches for me, the two of us toppling on top of the bed, his mouth finding mine as his hands find my breasts. He strokes and teases, his fingers and his tongue, trapping me by slinging a heavy leg over mine, so I can’t move away.

Not that I would. I want this. I want him. His hands on me, his mouth on me. All over me. His hot skin pressing into mine. He rolls me over on my back, hovering above me, the heavy weight of his cock resting against my stomach, leaving a wet spot. Feeling brave, I reach for him, circling my fingers around his thick girth, giving him an experimental stroke.

Jackson moans into my mouth, his kisses turning ravenous.

Bolder, I do it again, eliciting another agonizing groan. I pick up my pace, confidence racing through my veins as I stroke him in earnest. His hips start to move as he devours my mouth and I want to laugh in triumph, I feel so good.

He wants this. He wants me. All these years I didn’t think I mattered to him and look at him now. All over me, his cock in my hands, his mouth locked with mine. I always fantasized about this moment, never truly believing it would happen. And look at us now. We’re finally doing this.

It’s happening. And it’s everything I could’ve ever dreamed.

“Fuck,” he rasps against my lips, shifting his pelvis away from my seeking hand. “You keep that up, I’m going to come all over your fingers.”

“I want you to,” I say, sounding greedy—because I am. “Please.”

He lifts his head, staring down at me with a knowing glint in his gaze. “How about you come all over my face instead?”

I should be embarrassed. Tell him to stop. But I don’t. I nod eagerly instead, smiling up at him. “Okay.”

He laughs, shifting down my body, blazing a trail of hot kisses all over my skin. I lie there and take it, my body seemingly melting into the mattress, resting my hand on top of his head, threading my fingers through his hair. He kisses and licks at my breasts, drawing one nipple into his mouth and sucking, his cheeks hollowing out. I watch, fascinated, breathless as he takes his time, lavishing equal attention upon both of my breasts, every pull of his mouth causing an answering pull between my thighs.

He moves lower, his lips skimming my stomach. A shaky sigh leaves me and he glances up, those blue eyes seeming to penetrate my soul as he stares at me, his hands reaching for my panties and tugging downward. He pulls them off my legs, and without warning, his