“Taken the initiative to kiss me?”
“Yes.”
I run my thumb over her lower lip. “You should do anything you feel like doing, princess. I promised to teach you, but I like to talk—and listen.”
“Listen to what?”
“To what you’re feeling. What you want. When you’re naked for me and I spread your thighs and lick your pussy, I want to hear you asking for more.”
A faint pink blush on her cheeks tells me she’s embarrassed, but I’d bet she loves my rawness. It’s like she already knows she belongs to me, like she’s ready to receive everything I have to give.
“I’m going to ask for more?” she asks, staring down at her lap.
I grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at me. I pull her face close and run my tongue over her full lips. “Open your mouth, Jazmina.”
She obeys, and I slide my tongue inside. Not like during a kiss, but slowly, licking every corner of her mouth.
She moans.
“That’s it, beautiful. That’s how I’m going to lick your virgin little pussy.”
“Ahhhh . . .”
“What are you feeling?”
“I don’t know if I should say.”
“You’re going to tell me everything.”
“My body hurts, like it needs to be touched by your hands. I don’t know exactly what I want, but I know I want something only you can give me.”
I let my thumb glide over the front of her silk blouse, where the hard tips of her breasts push against the fabric. “Is this where it hurts?”
She nods.
I lower my head and lightly bite the taut peak.
She moans and doesn’t stop me. Instead, she grips my hair, not letting me pull away.
“Straddle me,” I command.
Fuck caution. I need at least a taste of her. Nothing more than she can handle right now, but I want to see her come.
She doesn’t move.
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
“I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I’m going to end the agony you’re feeling. Because I know you are, princess. If I lifted your skirt and slipped my hand into your panties, I bet you’d be soaked.”
Jazmina doesn’t deny it. “I’m not taking my clothes off.”
God, this girl is going to kill me. She’s a delicious mix of modesty and raw desire.
I turn her to face me, making her spread her legs, never taking my eyes off hers, watching closely to see if she’ll tell me to stop.
Her skirt rides up almost to her hips, but her panties are still hidden. I grip her hips, fitting her on top of me, and when her sensitive sex presses down against the hard length of my cock, her moan nearly makes me come.