“Um… sorry?” I frown.What did he think my fingers would taste like?
“Don’t be. We’re going to season them, get them real tasty.” He smirks as he shifts his body until he’s sitting on his haunches between my legs. Taking hold of the side of my panties, Jake tears right through the lace.
“Those were expensive,” I scold.
“I’ll buy you the whole fucking store.” Jake takes my hand and guides my fingers to my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“I already told you… we’re seasoning them.” He then guides my fingers through my wet folds. “Push them in,” he tells me, and I do. “Good girl.”
Jake grabs my hand again and raises it to his face. My fingers are now glistening with my juices. His tongue pokes out and he licks up the side of my hand. He groans and sucks both digits into his mouth. “Fucking delicious,” he says when he plops them out. “Do it again.”
“Do what again?”
“Get those fingers nice and wet for me, Jazzy.”
This time, I do it without him guiding me. I’m so wet, dripping. I pump in and out, my back arching off the bed before Jake snatches my hand and sucks those same fingers into his mouth again.
“So damn good,” he says.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jazzy is like an offering from the gods. Laid out before me, completely naked, feeding me her juices from her fingers like one of those lollipops you dip into sugar powder over and over.
“I think I want to drink from the source,” I tell her as I shift down to settle between her legs.
Jazzy’s eyes land on mine. I drag my tongue up, licking her from the bottom to the top, pressing harder on her clit.
“Oh, fuck!” she moans, arching her pussy, an offering I’m not going to turn away.
My hands slip underneath her, cupping her ass, holding her still as I go to town feasting on her pussy. I push my tongue into her opening, fucking her with it before I move back to her clit and suck on the hard nub. Jazzy’s legs squeeze my head. I don’t care if she snaps my neck with her thighs. I’d happily die right here.
“Jake!”
Hearing my name screamed from her lips has my dick hardening more than it already was. As soon as Jazzy comes down from her orgasm, I work my way back up her body, kissing every part I can. Stopping to suck on her nipples, cupping one breast while my mouth lavishes the other, and then alternating.
Before long, Jazzy is writhing underneath me again. Her legs circle my waist. “I want…”
My head snaps up, my gaze meeting hers. “What do you want?” I ask her.
“I want you naked.”
“ThatI can do. Don’t move.” I stand and shrug out of my jacket. Then, as quickly as I possibly can, I strip out of my shirt before toeing off my shoes and undoing my pants.
“How do you look like that?” Jazzy gasps.
“Like what?”
“So… fit. Toned.” She’s staring at my abs.
“I work out. A lot,” I tell her.
“At the gym?” Her face scrunches up.
I laugh. “Yes, at the gym.”
“That seems… awful,” she says.