Let Me Taste How Much You Want Me

Jade grabbed the delicate buttons of her silk white blouse with shaky fingertips.

I felt my pussy throb in anticipation.

I could feel the stickiness spreading to my inner thighs.

I was quite literally dripping wet.

This was almost too much for my body to handle. The need. The yearning.

I couldn’t put into words how badly I wanted to fuck her.

She shrugged her shoulders gently.

The delicate motion sent her blouse to the floor, landing in a messy heap at her patent leather heeled feet.

I inhaled deeply, taking in the delicious sight before me.

Jade was wearing a white lace trimmed bra.

Her dark, erect nipples were visible through the flimsy fabric. I wanted nothing more than to feel their sensitive points between my lips.

I dragged my eyes across her chest and down toward her sexy stomach.

Her tan skin was tight and toned. I wanted to lick every inch of exposed flesh before me.

I continued to watch her undress, the urge to touch my pussy as she worked the zipper of her black skirt was growing more intense.

She stepped slowly out of her skirt.

I could only groan at the perfection of what stood before me.

Jade was wearing matching white panties, dotted with lace. They sat high on her hips, exposing a small tribal tattoo above her right hipbone.

“Do you like what you see?,” Jade whispered.

I felt my pussy moisten.

I once again found myself having to fight off insatiable, unspeakable urges. It was taking all the control I had not to push her down onto the floor and grind my pussy all across her sweet lips.

“Yes,” I responded instead.

“Show me how much you want me,” Jade asked.

She reached out and grabbed my hand.

I felt sparks explode through me as our skin touched.

Instead of bringing my hand to her perfect body, she guided it to the waistband of my skirt and let go.

“Touch yourself,” Jade commanded, “then let me taste your sweetness.”