Haze by Andrea Wolfe (best motivational books for students txt) 📕

off at once. Instantly, I was left with nothing but my matching blue bra and panties. Jack's eyes hungrily traced along the soft curves of my body, memorizing what he saw.

Before we went any further, he met me with a deep kiss, one that jumbled my insides up even worse. My tongue fought his as he wrapped his arms around my back, fitting my body to his, encouraging me back onto the couch. He explored every interior surface of my mouth—and I explored his.

Again in a sitting position, he began to unclasp my bra, but stopped at first, running his tongue along my cleavage, tasting and tickling. He finishing unclasping and then took my breasts in his hands, one by one, molding them perfectly into his grip. Jack tweaked each nipple, pinching slightly, but stopping right before it became painful. I continued kissing him, filled with desperate need.

My surprising arousal was snowballing out of control and I desperately needed something to happen. Jack slid his fingers under the elastic waistband and then dragged my panties slowly down my legs, taking his sweet time and driving me mad. Honestly, I was so worked up and I just had no idea where this was leading.

Was he about to fuck me? What about the whole pleasuring myself for him?

Christ, if he kept working me up like this, I was going to have a hard time saying no to anything.

"Spread your legs, Effie. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours."

"I thought you said f-f-faces," I whispered, fighting back a smile.

"All of you is beautiful—and I want to see everything." Fine, Jack, you win.

I moved apprehensively, but it was still movement. His fingers crawled along the soft flesh of my inner thighs and approached my mound, so painfully close to my swollen clit.

They reached it right away, and my body reacted, tightening around his fingers. My mind was swimming in vivid images of sex, my eyes locked with Jack's.

His movement was gentle, however, almost indirect. He was just teasing me, warming me up so that I'd have to do it for him whenever he decided to stop—and I knew I'd never be able to say no after he got me started. No, you couldn't just stop an avalanche once it began.

The movements of my heaving chest grew more and more exaggerated as my breath fled as quickly as it arrived. His fingers gently plunged into my wetness, parting my lips and setting me on fire. He was going so easy, playing a game that was driving me wild. I couldn't believe I was doing this, whatever it was.

The weird thing was that Jack could make me come damn near instantly, and here he was, carrying out some sort of sadistic slow burn in the middle of the sky. I was feeling both strung-out and incredible, my mind as far away from my troubles as possible.

"Touch yourself for me now, Effie. Make yourself come." His voice had grown huskier, and it caromed inside my head.

Damn you, Jack.

"Okay," I mumbled softly. Noticing that his boxers were gone—having a hot naked person around when you're also naked is helpful—gave me a small glimmer of hope.

He gently took my hand in his own, slowly switching their places as he relinquished control and led my fingers as they pressed against that sensitive flesh. I closed my eyes and started slowly at first, trying to remember what I did when I was all alone in my bed. Even though it normally came so naturally, the situation was so foreign that I wasn't entirely sure what to do.

"I want you to spread your legs wide for me, Effie," Jack said. "I want to watch everything. Will you do that?"

"Yes," I whispered. I spoke before really realizing what he had asked.

He seemed to catch himself, worried that he may have crossed a line. "If it's too much, you don't have to. I'm... sorry." It was that reassurance that seemed to make me even more willing to go the distance.

"No, I want to. Really." While I wasn't lying, I also wasn't sure just how much of the truth I was actually telling. Something beyond rational thought was controlling my body. Raging lust, I guess.

I did what he requested, spreading my legs until I knew he could see everything. After briefly opening my eyes and peeking at him, I started to get nervous again. He was in front of me, and I stared at his cock throbbing between his legs. I had never seen a hungrier look on his face. It was killing me.

I closed my eyes again and circled my fingers against my clit, trying my damndest to bring something out of myself for Jack. Everything seemed to be so intuitive and raw, yet I seemed to be struggling.

"Relax, Effie. I don't think you realize how fucking beautiful you are. And how lucky I am."

God, his words were like beautiful music. I felt sexy, exposed, feminine, beautiful, owned. I was on display for him, totally compromised and trusting. I kept touching, feeling, exploring my tender flesh, trying to give him what he wanted. I was willingly cooperating but struggling to put out my own internal fires of indecision.

"Have you used a vibrator?" Jack asked suddenly.

"No," I said, temporarily distracted from my efforts. My opened eyes brought me back to the room.

"Close your eyes," he said. He slid his body next to mine on the couch.

I heard a quiet buzzing sound, and then his arm reached across my belly. When it touched my clit, my whole body tingled at once, the pleasurable surprise nearly knocking the wind out of me. He was holding it there against me, sending me into a pleasurable frenzy.

"You take it now. It's all yours."

I brought my hand over his and gratefully took the vibrator, keeping it in place the best I could. I felt his body move away from mine, presumably so he could get a better view from the front.

The feeling was really something else. That bundle