Page 96 of Blush Crush

Dragging a single finger down her entrance, I spread around her arousal, ensuring she’s wet enough to handle what I have planned. I circle her clit gently, going slow so as not to overwhelm her.

In no time she’s perfectly drenched and close to being ready for her next lesson.

“Can I take these off?”

“Yes,” she whispers, full of anticipation.

Together we work to rid her of the sweatpants, leaving her lower body fully exposed to me. Tonight she’s going to feel my fingers deep inside, and I can’t wait to make her come from it.

I trail my hands up her legs, taking my time, before my fingers find the hem of the hoodie.

I start to tug on it but her hand comes down and stops me.

Catching her gaze, I find it filled with uncertainty. I know she’s self-conscious about her body. It’s why I kept her dress on at the lake house. But I’m not going to pretend I haven’t been dying to see her—to finally feel her tits fill my hands, flick her nipples, run my tongue over the swell of her breasts. I’ve been dreaming about her body long before any of this. I just wishshe realized that everything she’s trying to hide is exactly what I want.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” I inch the bottom of the hoodie up and lower my head to kiss the sliver of exposed skin. She sucks in a lungful of air but doesn’t push me away. I shift the hoodie up further, pressing my lips to her stomach, her ribs, the soft curve of her waist, taking my time with each one. “If you had any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about your body, you’d probably never come near me again.”

“What do you mean?” Her voice has a shake to it and I can’t tell if it’s nerves or if she’s turned on or both.

Lifting the hoodie up more, I get a glimpse of the underside of her tits. I press my lips to the curve of her right one and then the left until there’s nothing left to do but pull the thing off completely.

“Every time I jerk my cock, it’s you I’m thinking about. You’re my only fantasy, your body is my dream. And your tits have been teasing me for months.”

She laughs lightly at my admission, her body more loosened up beneath me.

“Now will you please put me out of my misery and let me take this off so I can stop imagining how perfect your tits are and finally get a look?” Sitting up slightly, I stroke my thumb across her cheek. “Please, baby. I’m begging.”

She nods wordlessly, but the trust I’m always seeking in her gaze is there. I feel undeserving of it, but she has it for me anyway, and I’m too selfish and greedy and obsessed with her to not take it. To not take everything she’s willing to give me and hold onto it for as long as she’ll let me.

I pull the rest of the hoodie off with her help, and the moment it gets tossed away I go completely still.

Whatever I imagined doesn’t come close.

She’s perfect. Soft and full, her creamy skin flawless. Her nipples the prettiest shade of pink. I don’t say anything for a long moment because I’m not sure I have the words.

“What’s wrong?” She fidgets slightly, the instinct to cover herself flickering across her face, and I catch her wrists before she can.

“Don’t.” I bring one of her hands to my mouth and press my lips to her knuckles. “Please don’t hide from me.” My eyes rake over every delicious inch of her, committing the image to memory. “I’m in awe. Let me enjoy the masterpiece.”

A stunning blush colors her skin as she exhales slowly, her hands going motionless in mine, and I take that as the permission it is.

I lower my head and take my time—pressing my lips to the swell of her breast, the soft weight of it filling my hand exactly the way I knew it would, and she makes a sound low in her throat that I feel straight down my spine.

“Cole—”

“I know.” I drag my tongue across her nipple and feel her whole body jolt. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

Her back arches off the mattress, her fingers finding my hair, and there’s nothing uncertain about the grip. She pulls me closer and I go willingly. Happily. I would stay here for the rest of my natural life and consider it heaven.

I take my time, showering each breast with the proper attention. Licking. Sucking. Tugging on her nipple until she cries out. My hands can’t get enough of her, running along the curve of her waist, digging into her rounded hips, rubbing over her clit.

It’s overwhelming how much I wish I could touch all of her at once.

My lips descend over her, kissing her breasts, her stomach, right below her navel, where I’m greeted with the scent of herarousal. Her pussy lips are coated and shiny, begging to be satisfied. And I have every intention of doing just that.

“Are you ready to try my fingers?”

She nods eagerly as I swipe across her heat, giving the area a little more attention to ease her into it.