The O (pt. 2)

In a split second, I was opening my eyes and looking down at the bulge under my dress skirt that was Jason's head. He placed kisses on my lower stomach, hips, and inner thighs, slowly licking his way up to the junction of my legs and pelvis. I couldn't see anything he was doing, I could only feel his mouth nibble at my skin, sending shivers through my body and making my stomach tighten. He hadn't even touched me properly and I was already on the verge of tears.

The urge to just run my fingers through his hair and guide his mouth right where I wanted it was beginning to consume me. My nipples were threatening to break through my dress's shirt, and I tried my best to control myself and keep my arms where he'd told me to keep them, but it was beginning to turn into a challenge. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep myself in check, and I was chewing on my lip to keep from saying something embarrassing. Being clothed made it worse.