A Thirst for Knowledge

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Closed for C G Raven and CursedVixen


Jamison Wyatt Had a thirst for learning and an unquenchable desire to study human nature, to learn the Achilles’ heel of his chosen subject, to find the chink in their armor, to the faced they presented to the world and then to exploit it until they learned and accepted who they really where. Wyatt did not frequent the tawdry bars of the city, the coffee houses or the normal places where one could conveniently meet members of the opposite sex. For it was women that held Jamison’s scholastic interest and not just any woman would do. Jamison Wyatt looked for a particular kind of woman. It was not so much her physical appearance that would attract his attention as much as the way she carried herself, calm, assured, knowledgeable, and yet with a certain undefined something. Oh he knew it when he saw it, and in more cases than not he saw it before his subject was aware of it herself.

Today found Jamison entering 0ne of his favorite venues for his search, The Museum of Art. It provided an arena where he could approach his subject without arousing suspicion. Jamison had chosen his attire to portray an almost fatherly persona that his ginger hair ,touched with silver at the temples only lent to the carefully crafted image. His casual attire neatly concealed a rather muscular body and a sheer physical strength that otherwise might give cause for alarm.

Wyatt made his way to the Medieval gallery that featured the works of Durrer with their dark moody feel, and those of Holbine and the surrealistic vestiges of bondage and submission to heavenly will. Works that where endless illuminations of earthly submission to a heavenly Master. He sat there in a secluded corner and waited for her, the one he had chosen. A smile bowed his lips as he heard the soft footfalls that announced her arrival. Wyatt closed his eyes and again he saw the wildly curly blonde hair surrounding her angelic face in a golden halo. Those piercing green eyes a man could become so easily lost.

Jamison let his eyes flutter open and the smile that bowed his lips broadened as he saw the seductive curve of her firm derrière caressed by her tight khaki pants and the sensual curve of her breast accentuated by the crisp uniform dress shirt she wore. He Waited bided is time and when they where alone he spoke.

“She Looks sublime doesn’t she”

His voice soft and sensual as he indicated the painting of St. Ursula being bent on the rack.

 

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Jayden Wilson quickened her step as she hurried down the hall. Typically she worked where the museum featured art work and other historical pieces regarding Renaissance or Ancient Greece. The Medieval Times had always been a mystery to her because her own work occupied so much of her time. Today, however, Jayden had been asked to fill in at the information desk. The woman who typically monitored it was out sick, and wouldn't return for a few days. Jayden didn't mind, she loved art and the history of it. Filling in for the woman would be an enjoyable learning experience.

She had been living in the city for around 2 years and was still struggling her way through college. Making ends meet was a difficult task for a young woman. She was constantly tired, and food itself had become an almost inanimate object. Her family was half-way across the country, still burned over Jayden's choice to move so incredibly far away. But she didn't care. Her family suffocated her and she wanted a kind of freedom that only the city could give her.

She pushed back her golden curls and did her best to pull them back. She settled herself behind the desk and became accustomed to the system the woman had devised. After a few moments she decided to take a tour of this particular portion of the museum so that she could become more accustomed to it and thus preform her duties with efficiency. It was still early morning and there were few visitors. As she wandered absent-mindedly she noticed how different but yet similar all art essentially was. She sighed as she noticed the religious motif that every painting seemed to share. She noticed a particular painting and stood for a few moments to study it.

She felt small in comparison to it. Almost insignificant. Jayden had become lost in the swirl of colors and hadn't noticed the man beside her. When he spoke to her she gave a little jolt.

"Hm?" She asked as she turned to him. Her green eyes glittered as they met his. In that moment she saw something, something so subtle and quiet that she couldn't grasp it. She looked back to the painting. "Sublime is an interesting term for her," she said with intrigue. She kept her eyes on the painting, afraid that if she looked to him again his own would be able to see past the sharp green and into her soul. "As beautiful as it is, I'm not sure if I enjoy it on a personal level." She mused quietly.

 

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"Hm?"

Her voice sweet as summer wine, the little jolt, the sudden inhaling as she was caught by surprise drew that crisp uniform shirt delightfully across her firm young breasts and those stunning green eyes that held his cool dark hazel eyes for only a moment before the golden haired beauty demurely lowered them from his. Wyatt had seen the moment’s hesitation the fleeting fear, and a glimpse of a soul that longed to be free.

"Sublime is an interesting term for her,"

Jamison could tell she was intrigued by the comment; it had taken her by surprise and pricked her interest. It had not escaped Wyatt’s attention that this golden haired beauty kept her eyes demurely lowered even as she spoke rather than meeting his. He studied her as she continued in that soft sweet voice. Her figure was pleasing her figure was a seductive balance no one features to pronounce. While some would have found the girl’s breasts small or her hips to round he found her enchanting.

As beautiful as it is, I'm not sure if I enjoy it on a personal level."

“Perhaps the Fact that she is bound, vulnerable, and yet contented in her submission is offensive to you Miss………………..”

His question was provocative; his voice seemed to demand an answer even as he asked her name as he let his voice trail off. He had boldly questioned her and yet so far had revealed nothing of himself. If she raised her head to face him she would find those deep hazel eyes waiting to capture her soft green eyes.

 

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His voice was so smooth and seductive, she could feel the goosebumps on her arms and the hairs raising on the back of her neck. She tried to play as though she were captivated by the piece itself, but had the feeling that he knew better. He was vying for her attention and she knew he was bound to win. Jayden was not known for having weak will power. In contrast, she was actually known to be quite stubborn.

Perhaps the Fact that she is bound, vulnerable, and yet contented in her submission is offensive to you Miss………………

At this she giggled. She hadn't really looked at the painting in such a way. She let her head and neck fall to show her amusement. She had never considered a painting in such an aspect. She had never found a work of art offensive, rude, or brash. Jayden just favored the art of ancient Greece and the Renaissance time period.

"Renaissance means rebirth. I guess I'm just partial to paintings that portray an image that is lighter, not as dark."

She smiled to herself before turning her head to face him. She knew before she even looked at him what to expect. She looked into his hazel eyes and saw something so calm and beautiful in his image. She subtlely allowed herself to look him over.

She could see that he exuded strength beyond his obvious physical presence. Never before had she been in the presence of someone so strong and confident. She couldn't help but smile as she listened to him speak. She could listen to his voice for hours.

"Jayden Wilson," she said as she turned and extended her hand to shake his.

 

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Wyatt enjoyed the way she evaluated him even as he held those confident piercing green eyes captive. This golden beauty was no shrinking violate, no fragile beauty who needed someone to make her decisions for her. Yet as he held her gaze her soul was laid bared to him for a moment and he saw the shy glimmer that told him what he had suspected was indeed true. Jamison wondered if she was even aware of his part of her nature.

"Jayden Wilson,"

“Jamison Wyatt”

He took her hand in his, hers smooth, soft, delicate. His calloused, strong, weather, a hand that told of a life of work and striving and of success.

“But Miss Wilson there can be no light without darkness. The illuminated works of the Renaissance owes its brightness to the contrasting darkness Rembrandt, DeVinci, Michael Angelo, Raffle, all masters of the darkness to bring out light.”

He held her hand firmly in his. His eyes stripping away each layer until her soul lay naked before his gaze.

“Miss Wilson join me for Dinner this evening I would Like to continue this conversation.”

 

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Her smile grew wider as he regarded her with such a gentle nature. Never before had a true gentleman such as Jamison been interested in Jayden. She felt flattered and touched at his gestures.

She knew he could read her like an open book. She felt open, bare, and exposed in his presence. She always knew that a persons eyes were a window to their soul, and she didn't mind giving him the grand tour. He was so smooth and inviting she couldn't help it. Something tugged at the back of her mind as she fell under what felt to her like some kind of spell.

"I suppose that is why I enjoy it so much," she answerd him. Rembrandt, DeVinci, Michael Angelo, and Raffle were all artists that she regarded and respected highly for their work. Light or dark as it may seem; she thought it beautiful.

Miss Wilson join me for Dinner this evening I would Like to continue this conversation.

At his invitation Jayden felt like crumbling. Her heart and mind screamed yes louder than she could've imagined. Again she laughed. She had just met this man, yet he was asking her to dinner. The most shocking part was that she had no inclination to say no.

"Sure." She said with a wide smile. Her curls began to fall from the knot she had pulled them back into and into her face. She brushed them away as she continued to look into his eyes, caring not what he could or could not see.

 

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"Sure."

She said with a wide smile. Her curls began to fall from the knot she had pulled them back. Her hand brushed them back. Jamison hand gently stopped her from continuing the gesture.

“A touch of the wild suits you Miss Wilson.”

As Wyatt spoke the back of his hand caressed her flawless cheek. He allowed himself the leisure of letting his hand linger there a moment then was necessary.

“Shall we say about six!”

He was well aware that this would not leave Jayden time to change unless she lived right around the corner.

“So shall it be Italian , French, our casual country cuisine Miss Wilson?”

Jamison had plans for this young beauty that at first she might find not to her liking. Yet then there was something that said perhaps she might.

 

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A touch of the wild suits you Miss Wilson.

Jayden had never considered her curls to be wild, or suiting for that matter. Again his words and gesture flattered her. She withdrew her hand and closed her eyes as she felt his hand slide across her cheek.

When Jamison then said 6 o'clock Jayden panicked. She would have to run to the bus stop and change as quickly as she ever had in her life. She bit her lip. She didn't want to say no.

"Six is fine," she lied. "As for dinner, surprise me." She giggled.

 

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“Six it is then, Shall we say by the West St entrance to the Museum?”

Now that she had said yes Jamison Wyatt had no intention of letting delightful little morsel get away. He smiled so she wanted him to surprise her for dinner, Wyatt had every intention of doing just that. As he let his hand slide from her cheek he again took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze before turning to take his leave. Wyatt was looking forward to tonight’s desert.

Jamison Wyatt was at the West St entrance of the museum at six o’clock sharp. He idly wondered if Jayden had had time to change and if she did what she had chosen to wear.

 

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The moment he left Jayden's entire body shivered. It took her hours to shake the feeling. She walked around in an almost dream-like state for the rest of the day.

The information desk closed at 5 even though the museum itself didn't close until 8 o'clock that night. The moment she could Jayden left and took off running. She had barely caught the bus and was back to her appartment by 5:15. She quickly picked out a simply black halter that displayed her legs nicely; with which she complimented with a pair of black heels. Over that she wore a plain brown coat to hide her figure and quite a few inches of her dress. She looked at her hair in the mirror and decided to just let it down. She touched up her make-up lightly and was back to running.

She walked briskly down the street back to the museum and saw him there, already waiting. Her legs ached a little because she was unaccustomed to running in heels.

"Jamison," she called. "I'm sorry I'm late."

 

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Wyatt could not help but smile as he heard the frantic click-ity-click of Jayden’s heels as she came running down the street. Her flawless cheeks where a seductive shade of pink and her hurried effort had left her bosom rising and falling in a most delightful way.

"Jamison, I'm sorry I'm late."

Jamison simply opened his arms and let nature take its course. He enfolded the young blonde coed in his arms and his lips brushed hers in a fleeting sensual kiss. Her body was supple warm and so very seductive as he held her there against his and Wyatt found himself looking forward to this evening’s desert.

“ I do believe it is the lady’s prerogative Jayden.”

It was the first time he had called her by her Christian name. He let it roll from his tongue so it was almost a seductive whisper. He slipped his arm into Jayden’s.

“ I trust you like French cuisine Jayden.”

He led his young dinner guest down West St and crossed to Essex Dr a street known for its exclusive and stately homes. Wyatt led Jayden up the drive of a stately mansion. He slid the coat from her shoulders and was pleasantly surprised at the short skirt she wore and the way it accentuated her legs.

“Beef or lamb?”

That was but the first surprise of the evening There was crab brochette to start, a green salad with light vinaigrette and of course the choice of Beef or Lamb for the man course. There ad been an aperitif to start the meal, and the correct wine with each course. Wyatt had let Jayden take the lead in the conversation which centered on Renaissance art and he listened intently to her. Yet as the evening wore on he worked it back to the painting of St Ursula on the rack.

“Was it her vulnerability or her submission that you could not evison yourself emulating Jayden”

As Wyatt spoke he filled her wine glass for the seventh time that evening.

 

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Jayden had not expected such a kiss before their date had even begun. She was left hazy and lightheaded. The small talk he had begun seemed to float in one hear and out the other. His hands and the touch of his lips had left her bewildered.

Jamison mentioned something of French cuisine and Jayden could only nod in affirmation. She had no idea what to expect of the night.

Her mind began to clear as they walked down towards the location he had chosen for their date. She too began to chat and make pointless small talk. At his question of lamb or beef she immediately responded with lamb. For a moment she wass worried, prefering not to eat much meat. But she was pleasantly surprised by the evenings menu.

The meal consisted of her rambling, which she didn't mind. She couldn't stop smiling, and had contracted a massive case of the giggles. Jayden was not surprised when he geered the conversation back to the piece of art work that had been the catalyst of their chance meeting earlier that day.

"Neither, actually," she said as she watched him poor the wine. Jayden typically had inhibitions regarding alcohol, but tonight she cared not. "I just found it, I don't know, awkwardly done. As though it were unfinished."

 

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"Neither, actually, I just found it, I don't know, awkward done. As though it were unfinished."

“I Agree with you Jayden I believe that she should have been stripped to the waist, her tormentor tempting her flesh, tempting her to fall from grace.”

Wyatt simply sipped his wine as his dark hazel eyes held hers in their grip. A slow smile curved his lips as he set his glass a side.

“ I wish to see you naked Jayden shall you remove your clothing or shall I?”

Wyatt made the outrageous and scandalous request as if it where as natural as asking the stunning young blonde if she desired beef or lamb. His voice though soft and metered held the tenor of command and those firry hazel eyes left no doubt he expected to be obey. He had made up his mind that Miss Jayden Wilson would be this evenings desert. There was no escape for her, her fate had been sealed from the moment he had selected her.

 

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Jayden's cheeks flushed a bright pink as he spoke of his own envisionment of how the piece of art should've been painted and she laughed. His question, or rather his command, abruptly interputing her laughter.

"What?" She whispered, confused. She knew she had heard him properly, she knew she had understood him properly. Jayden just could not comprehend the intensity and the forcefulness of his words. She had not planned to do anything more on this date than talk and have an enjoyable dinner.

"I, I don't understand," she mumbled as she began to sober.

 

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"What?" She whispered, confused. Wyatt could see the shock and confusion in those sparkling green eyes. How adorably she shock her head her golden curls framing that innocent angelic face.

"I, I don't understand," she mumbled as she began to sober.

Wyatt eyes held Jayden’s in their unblinking gaze as he slowly rose and came to where she sat across the table from him his hands rested on her shoulders.

“It is really quite simple Miss Wilson you are a guest in my home you have accepted my hospitality I provided the dinner and you my dear are the desert.”

The tip of his finger slipped under the strap of her halter top dress and slowly drew it off her shoulder bearing her smooth alabaster shoulder. His hands slid to Jayden’s upper arms as he drew her to her feet drawing her back to him. His hands now cupped the young coed’s breasts his thumbs idly brushing across her nipples.

“You may disrobe your self or I can do it for you my dear Miss Wilson either way I intend to enjoy your sweet charms this evening.”

 

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She followed him intently as he made his way over to her. She couldn't understand the grin that was sprawled across his face or the humorous glitter that sparkled across his entire face.

When he refered to her as dessert Jayden shivered. As he drew her to her feet Jayden realized that she was lucky to have his grip because she would have otherwise crumbled. As Jamison's hands explored her body she began to loose her breath and her heart began to race. She seemed to melt against him.

She pushed down the straps of her dress revealing her breasts and upper body. Her breasts were held together by a silky black bra. Her arms fell to her sides as she stood there in front of him. She hadn't the slightest idea of what had possessed her, but she didnt' care.

 

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Wyatt could feel Jayden’s heart racing as his hands cupped her breast through the thin material of her dress his smile broadened as the golden haired beauty pushed down the straps of her dress revealing her breasts and upper body. Jamison turned the shivering young girl in his arms so that she now faced him his eyes held hers and then leisurely devoured her. Her breasts were held together by a silky black bra. Her arms fell to her sides as she stood there in front of him.

He sat on the edge of the table a pleasant smile of approval bowing his lips.

“You are quite beautiful Miss Wilson!”

There was a note of honesty in Jamison’s voice and his clear hazel eyes held no guile in them. It was as if this too was an unquestioned fact, as when he said that he would enjoy her charms this evening.

“You May continue to disrobe Miss Wilson and when you are naked please lay on the table so I may enjoy you.”

This of course was an outrageous, that she strip naked for a complete stranger, lay on the table so he could do God knows what to her. Yet that was just what his soft almost hypnotic voice said and those haunting eyes expected. As the young beauty hesitated he leaned forward his lips brushing hers, his tongue gliding across her moist lips and claiming her mouth savoring its sweetness as if it was his right. His lips parted from hers as he sit back and waited for her to obey his command.

 

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You are quite beautiful Miss Wilson! She blushed again. She could not fathom what had come over her, nor could she fathom trying to stop herself. She didn't want to.

She felt his eyes all over her body. For a moment she felt embarassed, but she didn't know why. This was the first time that Jayden had not asked questions. Ususally she had a million, but her mind was cloudy. She didn't know if it was the wine, or simply the aura of the man who stood in front of her.

You May continue to disrobe Miss Wilson and when you are naked please lay on the table so I may enjoy you. Jayden thought that she could blush no more until she heard these words. Her face felt like it was on fire. She gasped for air at his request. Thus far she had been compliant, but she couldn't seem to move her body any further beyond what she already had. As he kissed her, every thought seemed to diappear and float away. No kiss had ever felt as smooth nor as sweet. She closed her eyes as his lips met hers and even as he pulled away she was still captivated by it.

 

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In that moment of hesitation as his kiss claimed the young coed body and soul, as time stood still, the past fading away, the future melting to nothingness in its white hot passion, until all that existed was the hear and the now. Jamison’s lips slowly parted from Jayden’s, yet they clung to hers till the last possible moment. Then their where his eyes so clear, so firry that if Miss Jayden Wilson was not very careful she could drown in them and be lost forever. Light butterfly kisses followed along her jaw line, floated down the sensual curve of Jayden’s neck. A snap of his fingers and as if by magic her bra fluttered to the floor. Those seductive kisses traced the contours of her breasts, the tip of his tongue lazily circled her areola teasing it to a puffy mound. Then he flicked the tip of his over her puckered rose bud nipple. A smile creased his face as he inhaled that torrid bud bathing its fevered flesh in a cool steady stream of air.

“ Miss Wilson I am waiting”

His eyes held hers in an unblinking gaze.

 

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Jayden had to place her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She tried to mumble something to him in return, but couldn't find the words. She lost her strength, her resolve, and her words.

She knew he was patiently waiting for her to remove the rest of her clothes. She allowed her bra to slip off her shoulders and off of her arms. She fumbled with the rest of her dress as she attempted to push it down and off of her hips. Her hands were trembling and shaking. Her breathing and heart beat had become dangerously eratic and was becoming scarcely the only thing she could hear in her ears.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled to him.

 

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She was adorable, her hands trembling as she so desperately tried to do as he commanded. She fumbled with the rest of her dress as she attempted to push it down and off of her hips. Her breath coming in little gasps, her heart racing liked a trapped little bird.

I'm sorry,"

She mumbled, her bright green eyes shimmering as if she where trying to hold back her tears of failure. His large calloused hands covered her dainty trembling hands. His voice was soft hypnotic as he praised her beauty, of how she pleased him. His words caressed her, his hands guided Jayden’s as he helped her slide the wisp of her dress over sensual swell of her hips. That wisp of material cascaded down Jayden’s long sculptured legs to pool around her trim little ankles. He guided her hands to the waist band of her lacy black panties.

“ You can do it Miss Wilson, I know you can my sweet “

It was the third time he had told her what he wanted there was something in his firry eyes that told her not to fail again. Though no swords where spoken, it was clearly understood that there was a price for failure.

 

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She bit her lip and held her breath. She saw that there would be some kind of consequence if she did not follow through, and Jayden did not want to know what that consequence was. His hands on top of hers gave her enough strength to push her panties to the floor, revealing that she was clean shaven. She took a deep breath as she stood in front of him, stripped of all her clothes save her shoes. She gently slid them off and fell a few more inches shorter than he.

She looked up to him as she stepped away from her clothes and her shoes. She pushed her hair away from her face as she moved closer to the table. She pushed herself onto it and sat in front of him. Jayden felt like covering herself, and subconsciously she kept her legs closed tightly.

She looked to him again.

 

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Jamison Wyatt savored the moment as Jayden slowly pushed her black lacy panties to the floor. His eyes smiled down into hers when her naked mound came into view. It pleased him that not even a single wisp of downy fleece hid the young beauty’s naked perfection from him. He committed to memory each little detail.

The deep breath as she stood in front of him, in all her naked glory. The way she shyly, gently slid off her shoes and fell a few more inches shorter than he. The way her eyes met his when she looked up to him as she stepped away from her clothes and her shoes. The nervous little way Jayden pushed her hair away from her face as she moved closer to the table. The sensual way she pushed herself onto it and sat in front of him. The way she sat there like a shy little schoolgirl as she kept her legs closed tightly, as her fate closed in around her.

Wyatt eased the shy beauty back until she laid on the white linen table cloth. His lips brushed her as he asked.

“How many lovers have you taken Miss Wilson?”

His breath hot and moist as it washed over her neck, the stray airs ant the nape of her neck dancing in it. He held no hope that this ravishing young beauty was a virgin girls as stunning as she was where plucked in High School by lettermen. His fingers lightly danced over Jayden’s prostrated body as he idly toyed with her taunt nipples. He was taking his time to see just how responsive the young beauty’s body was. Wyatt so enjoyed learning just how he could entice her stunning young body into betraying her to the more passionate nature he had seen hidden in those soft green eyes.

 

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She watched Jamison study her intently. She followed his eyes and his hands as he memorized every curve and line of her body.

As his lips brushed hers, Jayden quivered again. The hairs on her neck and arms raised and seemed to stand on end. His touch was something so soft and gentle, yet it was as though she were a puppet. She knew he was toying with her, and that he was enjoying her responses.

She lay herself gently onto the table. She adjusted her hips and long legs as she let Jamison arrange her body as he saw fit. Jayden lost all sense of care or will. To her nothing else besides the man that stood in front of her mattered.

How many lovers have you taken Miss Wilson? At this Jayden closed her eyes. She recalled the man, the boy, who had taken her virginity and sighed heavily.

"One," she whispered to him. She dared not lie or hide the truth, for Jayden felt that he would know if she were.

 

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One

She whispered and her cheeks blushed the loveliest shade of pink. Wyatt lowered his head to Jayden’s breast and inhaled the taunt rose bud nipple. He rolled it along the ridged roof of his mouth as his fingers lightly traced random patterns down across the little blonde’s quivering belly. Those seductive fingers maddeningly dance lower, sensually brushed her naked mound, teased her inner thighs and seemed to demand that she open her most private and intimate regions to him.

“Did he please you Miss Wilson or leave you wanting?”

Jamison's fingers slowly glided along the moist dewy folds of Jayden’s pussy. His finger slowly massaged the hooded guardian of her secret garden. He trailed hot moist kisses down across the flat plain Jayden’s abdomen, moving closer to his teasing fingers. Wyatt paused a moment to let his tongue slowly ream the girl’s naval and then again to give a little love nip to the soft spot where her hip and thigh met. Hot moist breath now washed over her naked little pussy.