Page 107 of Legacy Ascended

Swallowing as my mouth is suddenly dry with her so near. "What do you like about it?"

"When you lose your train of thought because my lips are distracting you."

"I can keep on sharing as much as—"

She presses herself against me and kisses me properly. I stop talking.

Her hand slides into my hair and closes, and she makes a small impatient sound into my mouth.

I grab her ass and lift her, which she was not expecting, and she laughs into my neck as I carry her to the bed.

"Show-off."

"You've no idea." I settle her against the pillows, and she moves until she's comfortable.

Her shirt goes first, and I take my time over what's underneath it. I like watching Jessica lose her train of thought too. When I put my mouth at the base of her throat and stay there she says my name, and I stop taking my time.

"You're stalling," she says.

Laughing I tell her I was counting how long it would take her to get impatient.

Then I stop laughing, because she's got her hand in my pants, and she's looking at me with her lower lip caught.

I put my mouth on her nipple, suck it in and bite it gently.

She arches, and swears again, and her right hand squeezes me just shy of pain.

"Luke — I want—" and she pushes me over onto my back.

She gets my pants open and pulls my cock out, licking a stripe from base to tip.

“God, Jessica–” I get out before thought ceases.

She licks and sucks until my hips are thrusting up into her mouth. I clench my fists and breathe for a second, because I need to.

“Jessica, come here.”

She crawls up my body and seeing her breasts sway over me almost sends me over the edge right then.

I grab her hips as she slowly slides down my length.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

"Yes, oh god right there," she groans as I grind her now on me.

"Jessica—"

We find our rhythm and she is clenching on each down stroke. I keep hitting the same spot and she’s close. I put my thumb on her clit and watch her mouth open on a scream. Then we are both shouting as we come together.

Afterward she lies with her head on my chest and asks how many of those pastries I stole.

I laugh and get up to grab a cloth to clean her up and get her highness her pastries.

She drops crumbs on me without apology. I go and get us water and she drinks half of it and hands it back. Then she takes my shirt off the end of the bed and puts it on. It's mine, but I will not be getting it back.

"Can I ask you something?" she says.

"Go on."