Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, that would be amazing.”
“Really?”
I nodded with excitement. “Yes.”
Jason scooped me into his arms and pressed his mouth to mine in a deep kiss. His body against mine and the taste of his kiss lit me up inside, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him. I gave in to the feeling, not stopping us this time. Our passion consumed us, and we tumbled together into the soft grass.
24
JASON
We sank to the ground, our lips pressed against one another above a smile. The smile was important. We were happy in that moment, in a way that every action, every movement, was beginning to feel like a manifestation of that joy. A simple kiss was more than lust, more than affection, but was an example of how much both of us wanted to connect. How much both of us enjoyed this exciting, new link to another human and specifically to each other.
As we lay in the soft grass, my hand slid up the side of her, under her hoodie to the skin below. The tank top was bundled on her side there, and my fingers slid below it, rising up her side until they touched her ribs. My thumb swept under and touched the elastic that wound under her breasts from the tank and experimentally slid under it.
She raised her arms over her head, a silent instruction to remove the hoodie from her, and I did. It bundled under her head as she lay back, and I crawled over her. I pressed my lips to her neck and began to work my way down the center of her chest as her breath hitched, and she filled her hand with my hair. When I reached the swell of her breasts, she reached down and took the hem of her shirt and lifted, pulling it up and over her head.
Her breasts bounded out, and I hungrily took one into my mouth and the other into my palm. She gasped as my tongue slid around her perky, erect nipple, and my hand kneaded her flesh. She rocked her hips under me, the warmth between her thighs growing hot and intense against my stomach. I moved my lips to her other breast and repeated the action on the other side before sitting up on my knees and staring down at her.
She was incredible, and I marveled at her perfect figure as I took the waistband of her pants in my hands and wiggled them down. She lifted her ass to help me get them off her and toss them aside. Naked on the grass, she was a vision, and I tried to capture every detail in my mind. No artist could have painted a more sensual, beautiful painting of raw, innocent, and enticing sexual intensity.
I pulled my shirt up and off me, basking in the way the sun beat down on my shoulders and curled over her again. I kissed down her trembling stomach, and as she pulled her legs up so her feet lay flat on the grass, she opened her thighs wide and spread herself for me. My tongue slid through the small tuft of hair on her mound and down to her tight, wet pussy below. She groaned loudly into the sky as I wound through her folds and nudged her hood until it opened. Brushing her clit with the tip of my tongue made her squirm and cry out, both hands slipping through my hair and her thighs gently squeezing and pulsing against my ears.
I reveled in the way I made her body move involuntarily as I lavished her pearl with my attention, sliding one hand under her leg and settling on her stomach while the other took one finger and pressed it against her opening. She cried out as it entered her and filled her tight, wet pussy. My cock was hard in my pants, and I ached to be inside her, but I wanted to bring her pleasure first. I was honestly not sure how long I would last being so turned on by her at that moment.
First, she tightened, her stomach growing hard as her hips swiveled left and right, seemingly fighting against the control I had over her. Then her thighs squeezed tight over my ears as her moans rose in short staccato bursts. The pad of my finger ran against the upper wall of her insides as my tongue flickered and pressed against her pearl. Her hands tightened in my hair, at once pulling me up so she could look down into my eyes between her mountain peak breasts and pulling me tight against her to encourage me to finish her.
Then she shook once, hard, then repeatedly as her head fell back, and she cried out in one long, high-pitched wail. It was the sound of release, of pent-up passion being uncoiled from her body and let loose. She bucked against me and wrapped her ankles around my back as she came. When she finally settled from the vibrations, I kissed her mound and began working my way back up her body. One hand worked on my pants until they were open, and I began to shove them down my hips. As my lips met hers, she reached inside my boxers and wrapped her fingers around my staff, pulling it out and brushing it through her folds.