The Exception to the Rule

Part 10

Jughead growled something under his breath at the sight of Betty's nude body before him as he leaned forward to place a sensuous kiss on her lips. The move allowed Betty to hoist her naked leg to his hip and pull him forward. Jughead groaned as she rolled her hips into him. As Betty pressed herself harder against him she could feel how rigid he was under his jeans, with every sway of her hips forward she felt him stiffen more and more.

Dying to feel more of Betty's skin and unable to physically take the restraint of his jeans any longer, he sat back to take them off, causing Betty legs to fall open on either side of him. Jughead shuffled out of his pants awkwardly, humorously kicking them off his legs by the end. He turned himself back to her, resuming his position between her thighs. He slowly slid his hands up her inner legs, keeping his eyes on hers. Jughead continued to the soaked valley in between, grazing his fingers up her hot wet centre, circling her sweet spot. Betty clasped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out as he continued, applying tight circles to her nerve button. Jughead moved up her body to bury his face in her neck, kissing and sucking on the flesh he found there, all while keeping his fingers going in a steady and determined rhythm. He whispered poetic words of adoration against her skin as he felt her begin to come undone. Betty's low moans had turned breathy, her hips were grinding into him wildly and her hand griped his wrist in a dire attempt to keep Jughead's fingers from ever leaving.

"Oh God, Juggie...Don't stop" She moaned into his ear, her moans urging him to increase his speed. Betty threw her head back as her climax washed over her, sending waves of electricity through to the pads of her feet. Jughead didn't stop until her body stilled, watching every blissfull second, and deliberately lapping his fingers over her drenched folds. The touch caused Betty to shutter, as she pulled him to her, planting a wet and dreamy kiss to his lips.

"Holy shit, Jug. Are you sure you don't have any experience doing that?" Betty sighed flopping back to her pillow.

"Not even a little. You're a pretty good teacher though, I mean, you make it clear that I'm doing it right" He said to her with a confidant smile.

Jughead rested his head on her chest, sandwiched in-between her breasts, watching them rise and fall as Betty tried to regulate her breathing. She had released his wrist and moved her hands to his wild black waves, dragging her fingernails lightly over his scalp then running her hands through his locks causally. Jughead groaned Betty's name under his breath, causing her to do it again, this time pulling him up to her face as she did so. Holding him by the hair she feverishly kissed him, slipping her tongue past his lips without a second thought. He willingly met her movements, as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Jughead moved his body back in between her legs, pressing himself to her wetness by rolling his hips into her. Betty mewled in reaction as the fabric of his underwear pressed against her hypersensitive area, she sent her fingers down his back, and to the waistband of her boxers. Without moving her devoted lips from his, Betty slid her hands down the sides of his hips, dipping her fingers into the fabric and pushing the cotton down his body.

Springing free, Jughead moved away from her for long enough to toss the garment before returning to the naked beauty before him. He didn't hesitate in crawling back up Betty's body stopping briefly at each breast paying specific attention to her nipples by lapping his mouth and tongue over them lazily before placing a similar kiss to her lips. Betty met each movement with ease, angling her hips towards him, aching for more. Jughead hovered himself deliberately above her sweetness as he continued kissing her. Betty whimpered at the distance still between them pawing and gripping at his hips, trying desperately to pull him into contact with her. Jughead smiled at Betty's protest as he trailed kisses down her cheek to the nape of her neck, burying his face in her hair.

"Are you trying to tell me something, Betts?" He asked sarcastically with his lips on her ear lobe. Betty shivered at the low inflection of his voice and whined, thrusting her hips forward and successfully grazing herself against his tip, which erupted a deep guttural moan from Jughead