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

had, maybe just because I wanted it more than ever. He kept pressing it against me, but I pulled away, creating some space between our bodies, and began fumbling with his belt.

Any hints of sleepiness had thoroughly departed, barely even memories at this point. Reality was now, right here in this room, his body and mine.

His belt loosened, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand through the elastic of his boxers, gripping his cock firmly. I could feel pre-cum that had beaded on the tip, pre-cum that I smoothed all over his engorged head with my thumb and then began to lightly stroke.

Honestly, I wanted him inside of me, but this felt like some sort of ritual of its own, something like inverted foreplay. He could have thrown me down on the bed—well, I hoped that was still on the way—and just started fucking me like an animal, with no regard to anything other than that raw activity.

His hands cupped my breasts through my blouse, his attention to them almost angry. I pumped slowly down below, listening to his breath as if he was telling me a secret. "Dammit, Effie," he moaned. "I just can't fucking resist you."

He pulled up my blouse as I kept stroking him, his pants falling to the floor from my efforts. I leaned into him, breathing in his musk, giving his deft fingers access to the clasps of my bra. It fell to the bed seconds after he started, my blouse discarded on top of the clothing pile.

Jack started sucking on my nipples one by one, nibbling and biting, disrupting my ability to please him. I was a mess internally, an amalgamation of pure lust and throbbing curiosity that was going every possible direction. My mind was stuffed to brim with graphic images, images of him coming on my breasts, coming in my mouth, coming inside of me.

Every time those images flashed in my mind, I could only look into his imagined eyes, couldn't break that contact and watch his seed as it spilled against me.

Fuck.

My core was wild with desire, the tingles of pleasure forcing me against him, straining to get as close to him as possible. He hungrily kept at my nipples, my hands fleeing from him momentarily and instead unzipping my skirt and dropping my panties. When I was fully exposed, I pushed him back, my hands immediately tugging at, and unbuttoning his shirt.

He took the cue and finished the job while I dropped to my knees. No, a blowjob to completion wasn't my ultimate goal—but tasting him right now was. I was practically shivering with want as I wrapped my lips around that pulsing tip and sucked it clean, that flavor of pure manliness overwhelming my senses. I could smell how riled up he was, that musky Jack-ness something I had grown so familiar with.

I took him into the back of my throat, narrowly avoiding my gag reflex. After returning to the tip, I spiraled my tongue there and then pulled away. Licking, sucking, so wet and warm.

"God, you're so cruel," he growled. "And fucking naughty."

I leaned toward him and peppered his belly with small kisses, my hand stroking, my eyes adoring his member and his perfect, lean physique. His pubic hair was perfectly maintained, hair that was almost pillow-soft. I felt somewhat conflicted about what to do next, but then I was certain I knew the next step, knew it beyond a doubt.

My body gave me the answer.

Jack took advantage of my inaction and pushed me onto the bed, onto the small pile of my clothes. I didn't care, because I couldn't stop then. He started to kiss my inner thighs, approaching my clit that I had so painfully disregarded while pleasuring him. My mind suddenly jolted me back to reality before he went any further and I totally lost control.

"No. Fuck me now." It came out like a growl, the words from some primal part of my brain I barely understood.

"Sure." He reached toward his bag and his arm returned with a condom.

I swatted it out of his hand. "Not tonight. I need to feel everything. All of this." My chest was heaving out of control.

"Goddammit, Effie. I can't believe what you do to me."

My legs spread wide for him, his eyes hungrily surveying that part of me reserved just for him. I caught that twitch in his lip, that gentle excitement that said so much. He was riled up and ready, his erection beyond powerful.

He rubbed his cock against my slit, the moisture almost overbearing by this point. I had never been so wet in my life. His tip pressed right against my clitoris and I almost blacked out right then and there. But I fought because I needed to feel all of this.

Back and forth he grazed that tender flesh, teasing, but with forward momentum. He was rocking his hips, the motion so seamless and smooth. I knew he'd enter me at any moment, but I wasn't certain when that moment would be.

I closed my eyes and arched my back, hiding in the blank space of my mind, using my tactile abilities to the fullest instead of my eyes. And then, I felt that marvelous hardness parting me, that width that made my fingers dig into the bed and clutch, as if I were preventing a fall from the edge of a cliff.

"Jack," I moaned. He was filling me slowly, inching inward, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. He was so big it hurt at first—it was almost as if he had gotten larger since the last time we had sex—but then the pain subsided as quickly as it had arrived. It was like a delicate blend of flavors, the ache that sweetened the pleasure.

My walls clenched him, accommodating him like there was no better place he could be. I opened my eyes to see that look of ecstasy of his face as he reached the hilt. He was all the way inside of me