Page 76 of The Match Faker
She flushes again, the color barely discernible in the low light. “You’d want to do that?”
I walk my fingers up her arm, watch her skin raise in response. “Have you done it before?”
After a moment of intense studying, she nods. “Yes. Have you?”
With a chin lift, I let one corner of my lips turn up. “My motto is to try everything at least once. As long as we’re all consenting adults.”
Pulling her to me, I guide her so she’s reclined on the mattress. I hook her leg over my hip, palm her ass. Jasmine is so proper, so good. I wouldn’t be surprised to know that the thrillshe gets from considering anal play is just as hot as the actual acts.
I brush a hand down her ass, over her pussy. “You were sore.” I don’t want to be overbearing, she knows her body best, but even with lube, penetrative sex won’t make that any better.
“I don’t want it for there,” she says quietly.
I draw my hand back up her ass, pressing my middle finger to the top of her crease. She smiles, shaking her head. I reach for my own ass, but she stops me, places my palm over her breast.
“I thought we could do that,” she says with such ease it leaves me confused. “I want you to fuck my tits, Nick,” she whispers, her voice low and steady. The arousal I felt a moment ago is nothing compared to this, to my fantasy come to life. She tucks her hair behind her ear—she slept in her pearl earrings—drags her fingers down her jaw, her throat. “I want you to come here.”
All I can say is “Yeah.” Then, “Okay.”
She laughs, her green eyes lighting. “Do you want to?”
I sit back so fast the bed shudders, and nod emphatically. “Yes. Absolutely, I do. Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Yes.” I’m hard, ready to go. I need to take a beat, slow down. With a deep breath in, I force myself to stop, then slowly reach for her. Jasmine said she’d never been kissed the way I kiss her. The truth is, I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone the way I kiss her. I could kiss her, only kiss, for hours, days. Her scent in my nose, her taste at the back of my throat, the weight of her jaw on my fingertips, the slide of her hair against them, and the sounds she makes, the huffs, the moans, the sighs. Every kiss its own little serotonin hit until I’m addicted.
That’s how I kiss her now, with the urgency of addiction. We lie side by side. Kiss, mouths and skin. She rubs herself, hot and wet, up and down my leg. I lick her nipples, suck her until her skin shines. Pushing her to her back, I move down her body,remind myself to be gentle with her, take care. Kiss her pussy, fuck her with my tongue. Her taste, her smell, her hands in my hair, her skin on my skin, how wet she is, the way there will be a puddle on my mattress later, a wet spot we won’t have to argue about.
I’m happy to lie in it.
I hold her open with my thumbs. She moans my name, and other words likeplease. Her thighs a vice around my head, pinning me in place. As if I’d stop or leave or not give her this, my mouth, or anything she asked for, if she’d only ask. Her body shakes as she gushes all over my tongue, coming with a sharp cry. I trail my lips across her stomach, her ribs and breasts, petting between her legs as her trembling slows. Eyes still closed, she pulls me forward. I crawl up her body, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her, my cock in one hand, the bottle of lube in the other.
“Ready?”
Her legs still saw behind me, but she nods, biting her bee-stung lower lip.
She hisses and her eyes widen as I dribble the lube across her breasts. “Cold.”
“Sorry.” I wince.
But she pushes her breasts together, drawing her finger through the lube, along her cleavage, around her nipples. When her skin is slick, I brace myself on one hand and hover close, kiss her.
“Hold yourself together,” I say as I pull back.
She obeys, and as my cock slips against her skin, between her tits, my head peeking out, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. Fuck. I move slowly, unable to take my eyes off her, off us. It feels like my first time again. Like when I had to watch my cock enter a woman’s body just to make sure it was real.
This isn’t the most sensation I’ve ever felt. It’s far from the kinkiest sex I’ve ever had. But the way she grips herself, when she traps her nipple between her fingers, how she watches my cock with the same intensity I do, then opens her mouth, letting my head kiss her lips? It’s enough to have tingles building at the base of my spine far too quickly.
I clench the pillow in my fist. The sound of my cock, her skin, the lubricant; the gentle suction of her mouth, her lips.
“Is it okay…” I gasp. A string of pre-come trails from my cock to her tongue. “Fuck.If I come…”
She lifts her chin, presenting her neck, her collarbone. I can’t hold back any longer. I barely gasp out a quick “Coming” before my orgasm barrels down my spine, hot and hard.
She whimpers as it hits her throat. With her chin tipped up, her earrings glint in the light, my come glistens across her neck. She whimpers again because this time my come paints her chin, her cheek. Her fucking lips.
“Oh.” She looks up at me, her eyes huge.