Only for You (Crave #3) - C.C. Wood Page 0,7

human brain to explode from an overload of pleasure, but my thoughts were aborted when J.J. lowered his mouth to my breasts.

His lips closed around one of my nipples and he sucked. A strangled sound escaped my throat and I arched into him, gripping his hips with my thighs as hard as I could.

When he lifted his head, I realized I was clutching handfuls of his hair so tightly it had to hurt.

I relaxed my fingers. "I didn't scalp you, did I?"

His only answer was to smile and repeat the action on my other nipple.

J.J. cupped my breasts, lavishing them with kisses and licks, teasing nips and sucks, until I was writhing beneath him. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he stopped, one of his hands moving from my breasts to between my legs. I could feel the echoes of my heartbeat in my clit and my skin tingled fiercely, as though electricity was gathering before a shock.

He slipped a finger down over my clit and straight inside of me. My hips bucked and I realized that I was incredibly wet.

J.J. leaned over and tugged my nipple with his mouth as he slipped another finger inside of me, then another.

It felt good. So good.

But it wasn't enough.

I used my grip on his hair to tug lightly and whispered, "Redirect."

J.J. froze and lifted his head. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, but there's something I want to do."

He grinned and removed his hand, rolling onto his back without resistance when I pushed on his shoulders. I straddled him and leaned over to open the nightstand. I ripped open the box of condoms and tore a packet off the end.

Since I believed in doing my research, I'd watched several videos on the proper application of a condom, but my hands were unsteady and I couldn't even open the packet.

J.J. took it from me, ripped it open, and pulled out the latex ring. He offered it to me, but I shook my head.

"I think you'd better do it because I can't concentrate."

He chuckled and I watched with avid eyes as he lowered the condom to the tip of his erection and rolled it down his length.

God, that was sexy.

I shifted forward, straddling his hips and lowered myself down, trapping his erection between our bodies.

I leaned down and kissed him again as I rocked on him. He gripped my hips, pressing me harder against him.

Eventually, I rose up and reached between us, positioning him. J.J. looked up at me, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.

Being in control calmed my nervousness even more as I caught my lip between my teeth and sank down.

Despite using the toys I'd purchased a couple of years ago, nothing could have prepared me for how J.J. felt inside me.

I stopped halfway down and lifted back up, letting my body adjust to his girth. He was a little wider than I was accustomed to and I needed a bit more time.

He didn't rush me as I slowly took him inside again, his hands massaged my hips and butt but he didn't pull me down or force me to take him. He touched me and whispered things that I didn't quite hear over the roaring of blood in my ears.

Finally, finally, I took him all, my butt meeting his thighs. The muscles in my vagina clenched and I realized that there was no pain, just...fullness.

A fullness that stoked the fire inside me.

"Lee."

At the sound of my name, I looked down at J.J. and saw the tight line of his jaw.

"I never imagined that it would feel like this." I realized how that sounded and tacked on, "With you."

J.J. groaned low in his throat. "I did."

My brows lowered because I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I was distracted by his hand as it moved between my thighs and his thumb brushed my clit. My vagina tightened again and I inhaled sharply.

"Do that again," I whispered, shifting my hips against him experimentally.

His thumb rolled my clit over and over as I rocked against him, a familiar tension building within me.

Amazement rushed through me. I was about to experience my first orgasm with another person. Because of another person.

My movements slowed as the tension built into something I didn't recognize. I knew it would be gargantuan, overwhelming, and I wasn't sure I wouldn't shatter into nothing but fragments of myself.

But J.J. wouldn't let me stop. He pressed his thumb harder into me, rolling faster, and I couldn't stop the