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The Junior (College Years 3)

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The tank is gone in seconds and I send her what I hope is a smoldering glance. “Your turn.”

She tugs her T-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. She’s just wearing a simple cotton bra, the color a pale blue that contrasts beautifully with her tanned skin. “We’re not having sex,” she tells me and I nod.

“I know,” I say, my gaze feasting on her chest. I reach for her, cupping both of her breasts, streaking my thumbs over the front of the cotton bra. “Take this off too?”

Gracie reaches behind her and undoes the snap, the bra springing loose from her body. Within seconds, she’s free of it, tossing it on the floor before she turns to look at me, topless. Her breasts are small, topped with tiny dark rose nipples and I cup them in my hands once more, testing their weight.

“Beautiful,” I whisper before I dip my head and pull a nipple into my mouth, sucking deep, savoring the taste of her skin. She immediately wraps her hands around the back of my head, holding me to her as I lick and suck and bite. She yelps when I tug on her nipple with my teeth, then soothe the sting with my tongue. I give her other nipple the same treatment, lingering on her chest until she’s shifting beneath me restlessly, her hands shifting from my head to my neck, sliding down to my shoulders.

I move down her body, raining kisses on her stomach, noting the way she trembles beneath my lips. I

feel the same way too. Shaky and consumed with need. I want to explore every bit of her flesh. I want to find out what she likes and what she loves. I want to learn what she tastes like everywhere. I want to lick her pussy until she screams and can’t see straight.

I want. I want. I want.

It’s a chant in my head, a throb in my body as I reach for the snap on the front of her shorts and undo it. Then slide the zipper down. She doesn’t protest. She’s as into it as I am, and I shift upwards, sliding my mouth over hers as I slide my hand into the front of her shorts at the same time, cupping her panty covered pussy.

She thrusts her hips forward, against my hand, her kiss eager. I twist my tongue around hers as I slowly start to stroke, gliding my fingers up and down the front of her panties, not wanting to press too hard.

Not yet.

More kissing. More petting. This isn’t my style. Normally I’d already have fingers beneath her panties, touching bare, hot flesh. Within seconds, I’d be balls deep, pounding inside of her.

My cock twitches at the mere thought.

“Caleb,” she whispers as I break the kiss to slide my mouth along the delicate line of her jaw, down the elegant length of her neck. “We should stop.”

I pull away from her, watching her from beneath my heavy eyelids. “Okay,” I croak, my cock screaming noooooo.

But I gotta do what the lady wants.

“I don’t want to, though.” She touches my chest, her gaze dropping as she maps my skin with her fingers, making me shiver. “I really, really want to continue.”

“I’m not pushing it.” I kiss her, my lips lingering before I pull away. My hand is still beneath her shorts, over her panties. “You want me to stop, I will.”

I’m about to pull my hand out of her shorts when she wraps her fingers around my wrist, making me pause. “Don’t stop.”

Slowly, I begin to stroke, keeping my gaze on her, watching her face. The look of pleasure on her pretty face. The way her swollen lips part as she breathes out slowly when I touch a particular spot. “Feels so good,” she whispers.

I lean in close to her, my lips at her ear as I murmur, “I can make you feel even better.”

She doesn’t tell me no when I carefully slip my fingers beneath her panties, encountering nothing but bare skin. Of course, my dream woman would have my dream pussy. Bare, no hair at all. Nothing but softness.

I delve deeper, my fingers parting her folds. She’s drenched, coating my fingers immediately and I’m dying to put my mouth on her. She moves with me, her hips lifting, her mouth seeking mine. I kiss her, drown in her, my fingers busy as I stroke and rub. Her clit is a hard little nub beneath my fingertips, and I rub tiny circles over it, pressing harder. She sucks in a breath, a whimper leaving her, and I swallow the sound, increasing my speed.

“Oh God,” she chokes out.

“I want to taste you,” I whisper. “Let me.”

She nods hurriedly and I remove my hand from between her thighs, lifting away from her so I can slip her shorts and panties down her legs. She kicks them off impatiently and I openly study her naked body, drinking her in.

Fucking stunning.

I touch her everywhere I can, my hands mapping her skin, fingers stroking, torn between watching her face and staring at the perfection that is her body. I dip my head, kissing her tits, sucking on her nipples. Licking them. Licking across her quivering belly. Dropping a kiss on one hip bone, then the other. Streaking my mouth across the spot just above her pussy, heat radiating toward me, calling me.

I slide down farther, until I’m face to pussy, and push her thighs open wider, kissing her on the left leg. Then the right. She lifts her hips, practically shoving her pussy in my face and when I finally rest my lips there, I feel a shudder move through her entire body.

Slowly I nuzzle her, breathing in her heady, intoxicating scent. Her hand lands softly on top of my head, her fingers threading through my hair as if she’s trying to keep me there.



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