He inches a finger into me, and my head rolls back. “Yes.”
“This what you want?”
Excitement centers between my legs, and I buck my hips, my sex enveloping his thick finger and wanting more of him. Jay chuckles at my blatant eagerness, but he has no room to laugh. His rock-hard cock is jammed against my thigh, a heat-seeking missile aimed and ready for takeoff.
He moves his finger inside me, and I don’t know if it’s because it’s been too long, or this guy just really knows his way around a woman’s body, but every nerve inside me lights up.
“Answer me,” he demands in a soft voice.
“Yes, I want this,” I say, eager and hungry for all of him, and none too shy about letting him know.
Unable to hold back a cry, I call out something unintelligible and hope I don’t spill any secrets—like how no one has ever really worshipped my body quite like this, and that I asked for one night with him but could really use another.
Maybe we could continue to have sex until I leave. Neither of us are willing to invest our hearts, our bodies, however… But that idea is for later when my brain is clear. It’s impossible to think with heated vibrations ripping through me, scattering my thoughts in much the same way as my buttons had scattered earlier.
“You are so close,” he whispers against my skin and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. He scrapes said teeth against my quivering flesh and begins a slow journey downward. I grip his head, clench his hair in my fist, and shove him. He yelps and nearly falls off the bed, but he gets the idea.
He rights himself and grins up at me. “You trying to tell me something?” he jokes.
“Yes,” I say, and like a girl on a mission, I widen my legs even more, my gaze raking his perfect body. He turns his focus to my sex and licks me. That first sweet lick has my hips rising, and I bump against his mouth.
He slides his hands under my backside and holds me to him, feasting on me like I’m a special holiday dinner and he’d been living off rations for months. His head circles, and his tongue follows, moving around my clit until I’m gripping the sheets and seeing stars.
“You taste so good,” he says, his voice muffled as he pleasures me. I flush from head to toe, and a quiver follows. He inserts another finger and flattens his tongue on my clit.
I grip his hair and press his face harder against me as an explosive climax tears through me.
“Jay,” I cry out and flop back down on the bed as pleasure centers, each pulse harder than the next. I convulse, gasp for breath, and continue to murmur his name, but when my body stops spasming, my moans get swallowed by his kiss. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back as I ride the high. I soar into the clouds, never wanting to come back down, but then he’s gone, leaving cold where there was once warmth.
I go up on my elbows, and he’s reaching for his pants. At that old, familiar worry, the constant insecurity I carry, my throat tightens, and my heart falls into my stomach. Ohmigod, was I too eager, too impatient? Was I not enough for him? Am I as inadequate in bed as I am in everything else? I tense at that grim thought and bite my lower lip, struggling for words. He fumbles to pull a condom from his pocket. His eyes are full of lust when he shoots me a quick, apologetic glance.
“Damn pocket is too small.” He struggles to open the condom, then gives up and rips into the foil with his teeth like he can’t get at it fast enough. This man wants me between the sheets. Thank God.
All apprehension dissipates, and arousal once again hits me as his beautiful cock reaches out for me. Unable to help myself, I shimmy to the end of the bed and take him into my hands.
“Careful,” he says. I blink up at him as pre-come spills from his crown. He grins and says, “You’ll have him crowing before I can get this thing on.” He waves the condom.
I grin, liking that I can do this to him, liking the way he looks at me, talks to me, teases me.
“Then you wouldn’t be able to fuck me hard like you promised.”