Chapter Sixteen || She Wants Me

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As I wake up with my arm enveloping Jackie, a rush of warmth floods through me. Her peaceful slumber contrasts with the bustling world outside, creating a bubble of tranquility we share.

Yawning, I let my gaze wander around her room, every object a silent witness to the intimacy we share. Jackie stirs, turning to face me with a sleepy smile. "Good morning," I greet her softly, a surge of affection welling up.

Her apology catches me off guard. "I'm sorry." "Why?" I ask, genuinely curious. "I said give me five minutes and i'll do you but it's been much longer than five minutes." I smile "Don't worry about it, J." I murmur, leaning in to share a tender kiss that speaks volumes.

Her skin against mine ignites a tingling sensation, my hands exploring the canvas of her body, each touch evoking a gasp or a shiver. The profound connection between us is undeniable, our unspoken desires filling the air.

She pulls away, and the lingering sensation of her touch leaves me craving for more. As she traces her finger along my skin, a trail of electric anticipation follows, leaving my heart racing and my thoughts spinning.

"We have school." She says, her groan of frustration feels like a shared sentiment, the weight of responsibilities pulling us back to reality. Despite the looming obligations, the memory of our intimate moments lingers.

My voice barely escapes my lips, an exclamation of disbelief and euphoria intertwined. Her laughter, a melody that harmonizes with my own joy, is a testament to the shared experience we've discovered.

Leaning in for another kiss, our lips meet, sealing the unspoken promises and emotions that have woven our story together.

Her kisses, like a cascade of desires, set my senses ablaze, each touch sending electric currents across my skin. Her hand's descent, a journey into the realm of pleasure, fuels my anticipation, my breath hitching in response.

As her fingers slip beneath the fabric of my jeans and presses at my clit through my underwear.

The pressure of her finger against my clit, even through the thin barrier of my underwear, ignites a fire that spreads rapidly, making my body tremble and my heart race. Every stroke of her touch is a brushstroke of ecstasy, painting a vivid image of the pleasures yet to come.

My hips involuntarily buck against her hand, a wordless plea for more, a raw expression of my craving for her touch. Each movement sends ripples of pleasure radiating through me, a dance of desire that's impossible to resist.

Her grin, a mix of mischief and satisfaction, stirs my curiosity. "What are you doing?" My groan of frustration as she withdraws her hand is a testament to the tantalizing taste of pleasure that now lingers, leaving me yearning for more.

"Showing you what I'm going to do to you later," her words hang in the air, dripping with promise and seduction. The thought of her intentions, the anticipation of the pleasures yet to unfold, sends a shiver down my spine, a delicious ache that lingers between us.

Time seems to stretch as I'm left with the memory of her touch, the sensation still tingling across my skin. Her words echo in my mind, a whispered invitation to a world of uncharted desires, a preview of the intimate journey we're about to embark upon.

My cheeks burn with an intensity that matches the sun's fiery hue as my eyes widen in surprise. A flurry of thoughts races through my mind, like leaves caught in a sudden gust of wind. My gaze instinctively shifts away, seeking refuge from the intensity of the moment.

The clock's unrelenting ticking serves as a reminder of the world beyond our intimate bubble, its insistence breaking through our shared cocoon of connection. "We need to leave like now," her words carry a sense of urgency, pulling us back to reality.

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