Trial by Endurance

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“Jamie, everything’s okay. Here, try this.” I tilted back my head and pouted until he kissed me. Our mouths opened and we fell into a wonderful head-spinning kiss which lasted long enough to affect my balance. When we finally broke for air, he was smiling.

“Just don’t let anybody else kiss you, okay?”

“I promise.”

Jamie’s mouth pressed against mine, and he swept me off my feet, carrying me across the room to my bed.

“Wow, you’re keen,” I managed as he laid me carefully on the bed. He pushed my T-shirt up to my neck, encouraging it up over my head. My jeans were tugged down and flung aside, and then he was on top of me, kissing so passionately, I could barely breathe. He cupped the back of my head and stroked my cheek, which was sweet, but I wanted more. Shifting my weight, I lifted one leg and rested my heel on his butt. The change in position brought my pussy into contact with his erection; I tilted my hips and stroked him, pressing against him as much as I could.

His eager groans filled my mouth and his breathing deepened. The pressure of his hand increased on the back of my head, mashing our lips together. His other hand slid down from my cheek, stroking my neck with trailing fingertips before traversing my shoulder and moving down to cup my breast.

He wasn’t done kissing me yet, but I managed to persuade his lips onto my neck, where they followed the trail of his hand. When his mouth found my nipple, I whimpered, writhing with delight when my nerves lit up.

“You’re making me so wet, Jamie,” I murmured, hoping he’d take the hint and investigate. To my delight, he trailed wet kisses down my belly, teasing me for half a minute before I pressed his scalp with my fingertips and guided him between my legs.

The sensation was exquisite. His tongue trailed down between my lips, stroking the sensitive flesh all the way down to my opening, where he circled a few times before moving back up. I glanced down to see his eyes on my face, and I nodded to give him encouragement.

“Lick me here.” I stroked the swollen bud with a finger. “Kiss it and suck gently. Mm, like that, yesss. Now, lick me from down below to my clit, like you’re licking an ice cream.”

He chuckled and followed my instructions, quickly turning me into a writhing mess.

“Can you . . . slide a finger into me? Please?”

“Like this?” His entry was clumsy, but his long finger had me groaning with happiness.

“Yeah, that’s so nice. In and out, nice and slow.”

“You’re really wet.”

“Because you’re so damn sexy.”

“And you’re so beautiful and so soft, and you smell great, and taste even better.”

“Shh. Keep licking. Uhh . . . yeah, exactly like that.” His tongue moved upward, spread wide to lick everywhere at once, or that’s what it felt like. And when he sucked my clit, I arched and whimpered, digging my heels deep into the bed.

“Mm-hm?”

“I want you . . . inside me,” I whispered. “Please.”

“I thought maybe . . . you could do the same for me . . .” —he licked me slowly— “. . . as I’m doing for you?”

“I will, but please . . . I need you inside me. Right now.”