it with his teeth. “Just like that.”
Tamsin rolled through several descending crests as her climax ebbed, her hips and soft, uncontrollable moans still keeping time with them. When it finally slowed to a stop, Jackson lifted his head from her breast so he could see her face. She'd closed her eyes. Softly, he demanded, “Look at me, Tam.”
Tamsin dragged open her eyes to look at Jackson. His expression made her catch her breath. A look of such wonder was on his face that it caught her, pulling them together for a long moment she waited only by the sounds of her breathing and the continual slide of the waterfall into the pool.
Gently, Jackson loosened his grip on her thighs let his body slide back down into the water, although he never broke eye contact with her. Permit gentle hands, he nudged apart her legs and nestled in between them, now propping his forearms on the rock and leaning forward to blow small, hot breath of her her still faintly throbbing clipped. Tamsin inhaled hard, and now Jackson smiled.
"I want to hear that again, my beautiful Tamsin." With that, he lowered his face all the way between her thighs and gently lapped her plump folds. Tamsin's gasp ricocheted around the tiny grotto, and her hands convulsively clenched on the bear, wet rock another side of her.
"I've been wondering what you taste like," he said with a soft growl.
Tamsin tried to reply to that, but whatever inarticulate words she might've managed to get out or swallowed by another gasping cry as his tongue licked its way up and then back down percent her. Long and steady and ceaseless, Jackson likes to her folds, reaching with one hand and spread them wider so we could gently circle the tip of her ultra-sensitive client. The sensation was so intense she almost couldn't handle it, pulling back just slightly from him. He raised his head to say, "Oh, no you don't. Slide your sweet little ass closer to me. I intend to feast on you."
Completely stunned into submission, Tamsin obeyed him. Scooting her rear easily across the slick rock, she found Jackson's lips and mouth. He immediately lowered his head to do just as he'd said, once again lapping at her with gentle strokes. Up and down, back and forth. He moved his head along with the strokes of his broad tongue, using the fingers of his hand also play with her shamelessly eager entrance.
"That's it," he crooned against her flesh as her breathing started to hitch once more. As the sensation of his lips vibrated against her when he spoke, she moaned again. "Is that so," he murmured.
Tamsin shivered against him, nodding even though he couldn't see her. He started to make a very small humming sound, causing his lips to flutter against her even as his tongue continued to stroke with regular and increasing rhythm. Up and down, back and forth. Insistent yet gentle.
Tamsin felt the white heat spiking again, being pulled out of her with every touch his lips and tongue. She arched against him, inviting more. He kept the rhythm steady while inserting a finger inside her. Then he gently began to swirl it around inside her super-heated core.
Tamsin's mind officially stopped thinking then. She was aware of nothing but the fact that Jackson was touching her, that he was about to make her come again, her entire world was made up of his wild scents, a simple touch, the sounds of the water lapping against the edges of the grotto from his motions against her, and the sudden, very sure knowledge that she was exactly what she was supposed to be right now.
Carefully pushing in another finger, swirling them together and then scissoring them apart in larger circles, keeping time with her wordless encouragement and stuttering breaths, Jackson sent her over the edge. In a sudden blast of razor-sharp joy, Tamsin exploded against him again into a screaming climax, her body half lifting from the rock she reached forward with her hands to shamelessly shove his face against her and ride out every incredible spasm
Tamsin rolled through several descending crests as her climax ebbed, her hips and soft, uncontrollable moans still keeping time with them. When it finally slowed to a stop, Jackson lifted his head from her breast so he could see her face. She'd closed her eyes. Softly, he demanded, “Look at me, Tam.”
Tamsin dragged open her eyes to look at Jackson. His expression made her catch her breath. A look of such wonder was on his face that it caught her, pulling them together for a long moment she waited only by the sounds of her breathing and the continual slide of the waterfall into the pool.
Gently, Jackson loosened his grip on her thighs let his body slide back down into the water, although he never broke eye contact with her. Permit gentle hands, he nudged apart her legs and nestled in between them, now propping his forearms on the rock and leaning forward to blow small, hot breath of her her still faintly throbbing clipped. Tamsin inhaled hard, and now Jackson smiled.
"I want to hear that again, my beautiful Tamsin." With that, he lowered his face all the way between her thighs and gently lapped her plump folds. Tamsin's gasp ricocheted around the tiny grotto, and her hands convulsively clenched on the bear, wet rock another side of her.
"I've been wondering what you taste like," he said with a soft growl.
Tamsin tried to reply to that, but whatever inarticulate words she might've managed to get out or swallowed by another gasping cry as his tongue licked its way up and then back down percent her. Long and steady and ceaseless, Jackson likes to her folds, reaching with one hand and spread them wider so we could gently circle the tip of her ultra-sensitive client. The sensation was so intense she almost couldn't handle it, pulling back just slightly from him. He raised his head to say, "Oh, no you don't. Slide your sweet little ass closer to me. I intend to feast on you."
Completely stunned into submission, Tamsin obeyed him. Scooting her rear easily across the slick rock, she found Jackson's lips and mouth. He immediately lowered his head to do just as he'd said, once again lapping at her with gentle strokes. Up and down, back and forth. He moved his head along with the strokes of his broad tongue, using the fingers of his hand also play with her shamelessly eager entrance.
"That's it," he crooned against her flesh as her breathing started to hitch once more. As the sensation of his lips vibrated against her when he spoke, she moaned again. "Is that so," he murmured.
Tamsin shivered against him, nodding even though he couldn't see her. He started to make a very small humming sound, causing his lips to flutter against her even as his tongue continued to stroke with regular and increasing rhythm. Up and down, back and forth. Insistent yet gentle.
Tamsin felt the white heat spiking again, being pulled out of her with every touch his lips and tongue. She arched against him, inviting more. He kept the rhythm steady while inserting a finger inside her. Then he gently began to swirl it around inside her super-heated core.
Tamsin's mind officially stopped thinking then. She was aware of nothing but the fact that Jackson was touching her, that he was about to make her come again, her entire world was made up of his wild scents, a simple touch, the sounds of the water lapping against the edges of the grotto from his motions against her, and the sudden, very sure knowledge that she was exactly what she was supposed to be right now.
Carefully pushing in another finger, swirling them together and then scissoring them apart in larger circles, keeping time with her wordless encouragement and stuttering breaths, Jackson sent her over the edge. In a sudden blast of razor-sharp joy, Tamsin exploded against him again into a screaming climax, her body half lifting from the rock she reached forward with her hands to shamelessly shove his face against her and ride out every incredible spasm
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