The Exception to the Rule

Part 13

Jughead buried his face in Betty's neck nipping at her skin, trailing kisses down to her shoulders, paying gentle attention to the bite mark he'd left behind the night before. He felt a slight pull of satisfaction from the teeth marks he'd left in her tender skin as he traveled lower capturing her nipples in-between his lips, each in turn. Betty moaned loudly, clasping her hands over her mouth in surprise.

"Sorry" She gasped through her fingers

"We're home alone Betts, remember?" Jughead replied looking up at her through his loose waves as he continued to drag his fingers and tongue across her firm peaks.

"R-right..right...that's r-right..sure...yea..." She mumbled, watching Jughead continue his captivating assault on her breasts before he traveled even lower, kissing across her stomach. His dark hair tickled her ribs as he dipped his tongue into her belly button. He sat back just enough to curl his fingers in the soft lace of her underwear, pulling the last barrier down and off her body.

Jughead wrapped his long fingers around her ankles, before sliding his hands up Betty's legs pushing her knees apart, until they fell loose at his sides. Betty never took her eyes off of him as he continued his journey upwards. Jughead leaned in and pressed his lips to her inner thighs, laying hot kisses on her skin, slowly working his way up until Betty felt his breath on her centre.

Jughead lingered there looking up at her. He wasn't looking for permission, he knew he had it, rather just to take in the moment. Half wanting to hit pause and write down exactly the way she looked at him. Betty's hooded deep green pools locked on his, golden blonde waves ascus around her face, lips and skin rosy from rough fevered kisses. Jughead wanted to immortalized these moments with her, but Betty was done waiting.

"Jug, Please! You're driving me crazy...do something" She pleaded with a playful whine, pulling at his shoulders. Jughead gave his head a good hard shake, Betty's voice snapping him out of his own head, and back into their moment.

"I'm sorry Betts, you're just so beautiful, I got lost for a second" He confessed lightly as he obeyed her, moving his face closer and pinning her hips down under his hands.

Jughead would be lying if he said he hadn't done any research since he and Betty became serious, but he still didn't have the slightest idea what he was doing. The information gathered from peers and the Internet didn't really paint a clear picture. So instead he compiled all the information that her body had given him so far and went with his gut.

Jughead nuzzled his face into the drenched valley between her thighs, lapping his tongue from her centre to her pleasure point, applying more pressure to her sensitive bundle. Betty moaned loudly, angling her hips closer to his mouth, her heels digging into his shoulder blades.

Jughead soon found their rhythm, obeying every breathy moan and hushed command that escaped her lips as she gripped onto his hair, pulling him closer to her depths, until Jughead could barely breathe. As Jughead's tongue continued to lavish her silken folds, Betty's low moans of approval became more frantic and high pitched, signalling that she was close.

"Jughead" Betty growled lowly, which caused Jughead to moan in reply, the vibrations of his voice against her sensitive parts sent her into throws of pure bliss almost instantly, unleashing her juices all over his mouth. Jughead gathered as much as he could, loving her sweet salty taste.

He looked up to Betty, brushing his hair from in front of his eyes and whipping his mouth with the back of his hand, as she lay before him panting. Her hands were still twisted up in his hair but as Betty's breathing calmed, so did her grip on his locks. Jughead took the opportunity to move up her body to the slope of her neck kissing her skin aimlessly