"Vie?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I touch you?"
It took me a second to grasp his meaning, but not long to decide my answer. I wanted more of what he was making me feel.
"Yes." I breathed.
Jasper didn't let up with his mouth, just moving his hand to my shorts. His fingers slipped under the waist, and I was so grateful I'd shaved last night in the shower. When he gently ran over my c**t, my hips bucked a little, my lips parting. He ran his fingers down my slit, already unbelievably wet, and I moaned again, louder than before.
"Feel good?" He mumbled against my chest.
"Yes..."
He repeated the action several times, until I spread my legs wider. It was a silent invitation to keep going, and he did. His lips had moved to my neck, kissing and sucking on a sensitive spot under my ear. My head fell to th
