Juniper nodded, nostrils flaring as my camera captured thehottestthing I had ever seen in my forty years on this earth.
Tossing my phone aside, my palms slid up her ribs to cup her tits properly, lifting them, thumbing over already-sensitive nipples. “Fuck, these—” I breathed. “These areinsane.Look at you. You could destroy me with one bounce. I don’t think you even know what you do to me, baby.”
I licked a slow stripe between them, then dragged my tongue around the soft underside of one breast, not even touching the nipple yet. Just mouthing at the skin. Worshipping her like it was holy.
“Fuckbaby,” I groaned, mouthing her breast. “I’mgoing to lose it in my pants, kid.”
She laughed — a breathy,addicting,sound — “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she managed, each word punctuated with a stream of pants.The shirt fell from her mouth, draping tantalizingly over her chest.
I groaned, switching to the other side, sucking gently until I felt her breath catch. Her fingers threaded through my hair, yanking just enough to make me hiss.
“That’s right,” I muttered, nipping her. “Give me your tits, baby. Fuck — so perfect. You were made to be in my mouth.”
Then I got serious. I sucked her nipple between my teeth, flicked it with my tongue, and felt her hips stutter above me.
I braced both hands on her hips, holding her down against me, even as I bucked up — not enough to appease her, but enough to make her gasp. Make her curse and arch and clench around absolutely nothing.
“Say it again,” I said, voice low and mean. “Tell me what you want.” But Juniper only shook her head, breath catching. Like itkilledher not to say it.
I slid one hand between us, under the waist of her shorts, dragging my fingers through the slick mess between her thighs. She was soaked — wet enough to ruin me — and I didn’t even pretend to play fair.
“Jesus, baby.” I smeared her arousal over her clit, slow, deliberate. She whimpered. “You’re killing me. Riding me like this. Fucking dripping for it. You wanna come, don’t you?”
Her whole body stuttered. But still no answer.
I grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. “You think I’m just gonna give it to you? I’m still waiting for you to tell meI was right. That thiswas neverfake.”
She bit her lip, hips twitching. Still grinding down, still desperate. “I can’t,” she whispered with an infinitesimal shake of her head.
“Yes, you can.” I pulled back just enough to look at her. “You want it? You say it. I’ve got you. I’ll give you anything, but you have tosay it.”
She broke.
“You were right,” she choked out. “God, I want to come so badly — Ansel, please — It was never fake. Not for me.”
That was it. That was the moment.
I curled my fingers under her chin and kissed her like I’d gone to jail for it.
Truth be told —I had.
She kept grinding against me, mouth ajar as I rubbed tiny circles against her clit. “Come on baby,” I whispered against her skin, rutting up into the covered warmth of her. “You’ve been so fucking good. Let go.”
And when she did?—
It was glorious.
With a breathy moan — anattemptto say my name — and a jerk in her movements that could have sustained me for a year, she fell apart on top of me.
Her whole body arched. Her tits pressed hard to my chest. Her thighs clenched around my hips and sheshattered, crying out like her orgasm tore her in two.
I kept one hand on her back, the other on her breast, thumbing her nipple while she came — long, and wild, andloud. Like she’d been waiting years for it.
And god… I couldn’t help it. The feeling of her trembling against me, her wetness digging against my erection, the sound of her breaths and her tits in my face.
I spilled in my pajama pants, pressing my lips to her throat to keepmyselffrom shouting out.
Her body was still trembling when I kissed the center of her chest, right between the swell of her breasts, and let myself exhale against her skin. “Jesus Christ,” I murmured. “You’re… you’re everything.”
