Amethyst – Gems of Wolfe Island Read Online Helen Hardt

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But I’ll concentrate, and I’m determined to go slow.

So I suck on her nipple—her beautiful hard nipple—as I cup the other breast in my hand, pulling on the nipple gently.

She sighs beneath me, so I suck a little harder, and then harder still.

Until I can’t take it anymore, and I twist her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

She gasps, crying out.

I stop abruptly.

“No!”

“Jen?”

“Damn it, Max. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

“But you cried out.”

“Yes, I’m going to make noise. That doesn’t mean I want you to stop. Unless you hear the word stop, keep going.”

I lower my head again, take the nipple between my lips, and this time I suck as hard as I want to. I feast on her nipple, and how I wish she were all the way naked so I could trail my other hand between her legs, touch her there, feel her slick softness.

But she’s not naked, and I won’t rush her.

Her hands then. She glides her hands through my hair, and I quiver against her touch.

God, her touch.

All those months I yearned for her touch back in high school.

Even after she was gone… Still she haunted my dreams.

And now she’s here. Flesh and blood, letting me suck on her nipples.

I drop the first nipple and move to the second, sliding it between my lips, and without thinking, I give it a quick nip.

She gasps.

But I do not hear the word stop.

So I do not stop.

I lick, suck, gently bite…and all the while my cock pulses, aching to be free, aching to be inside her tight pussy.

As I suck on the other nipple, I push her dress farther down to her waist. Then I let her nipple drop.

I promised not to talk. Not ask what she wanted, so I move her onto her back and slowly slide the light purple sequined dress over her hips and legs until it’s free from her body. Only her strappy sandals and—I suck in a breath—her white lace panties stand between her and complete nudity.

Sandals are sexy, no doubt, and I’m tempted to have her keep them on. But I remove them from her feet, and then I slide my finger beneath the waistband of the panties.

I stop for a few seconds, waiting.

But all she does is sigh and close her eyes.

She doesn’t tell me to stop.

So I do not stop.

I pull the panties over her hips, and I widen my eyes. She’s completely shaved. I’m not sure why I wasn’t expecting that. Already I can see her pussy—her plump pink pussy—and I can’t help myself.

I spread her legs, take a good long look, and inhale. Then I swipe a finger through her folds. She’s silky and wet. Just as I imagined. Just as I hoped.

Wet for me.

For me.

Every cell in my body tells me to shove my dick inside her, to fill her emptiness and ease my own ache.

But we haven’t talked about protection. We haven’t talked about anything that we should’ve talked about.

Damn.

“Jen…”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to get a condom now.”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. I’m on birth control, and I get tested every month. I had to, on the—” She shakes her head vehemently. “No. I don’t want to think about that right now. If you’re clean, you have nothing to fear from me.”

“I’m clean.”

Though I don’t elaborate further, I’ve only been with Mimi in the past year, so she’s safe with me. The thought of Jenna, no barrier between us. I think I just got harder.

She winces then, squeezes her eyes shut.

Does she think I’m going to take her? Just like that?

When she’s wincing? Almost grimacing?

No.

My instinct wants to ask her what to do, but I promised I would be quiet.

I would wait for her to tell me to stop.

So I spread her beautiful legs, gaze between them once more, and then gently slide my tongue over her pretty pussy.

I can’t hold back the groan that emanates from my whole body. She tastes even better than I imagined. Fruity and floral, tangy and musky.

Like no pussy I’ve ever tasted.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, testing the waters a bit. She grasps the bed clothes, raises her hips slightly.

Good. Good sign.

I returned to her slit, probe my tongue inside, and then return to gently work her clit.

She moans above me, but she doesn’t say anything. No stop.

So I do not stop.

Good. I continue, sliding my lips over her slick folds, my cock throbbing.

Is she ready? She ready for a finger?

I won’t ask.

I slide my tongue up to her clit, lick it gently, and then slowly slide a finger inside her.

She lifts her hips again, undulates them a bit.

I suck at her slit, fingering her, and on a whim, I add a second finger.

She gasps this time, so I slow down, freeze for a moment.

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