I give her a sharper roll of my hips, angling her just right. Her head drops to my shoulder, breath hot against my neck.
For a few more moments, I let her ride it. Let her press down, chasing it, let her grind on me until she’spanting, until her rhythm starts to fall apart, until I can feel exactly how soaked she is even through both our clothes.
“Just like that,” I murmur, sliding a hand between us, fingers skimming the waistband of her skirt.
She tries to press herself closer, to get my hand where she wants it faster, and that’s when I take it back completely.
I catch her wrists, pin them lightly behind her back with one hand, and pull my mouth back just enough to see her face.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say while she squirms in my lap. “You’re going to stop grinding on me like a heathen for two seconds, you’re going to breathe, and then you’re going to tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.” Her eyes flare.
“I do,” I agree. “I still want to hear you say it.”
Her throat works. She tests my grip on her wrists; I tighten it just enough to remind her how strong my hands are.
“You’re awful,” she mutters, cheeks pink.
“Try again.”
She looks straight at me, cheeks flushed, hair a little wild, lips kiss-swollen, sitting on my cock with her hands pinned behind her back.
“I want you,” she finally whispers.
“Specifics,” I say. “I’ve waited too long for you to half-ass this part.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her already wet lips. She glances down between us, then back up.
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, voice shaking but clear. “I want you to stop being a gentleman. I want…” she breathes in, gathers herself, “…everything.”
Heat lances through me.
“That’s better,” I murmur.
“Do I get what I want now?” She glares weakly.
“And then some,” I chuckle.
I loosen my grip, dragging my hands down her arms until I catch her wrists again and guide them forward. “Hands on my chest,” I tell her.
She obeys immediately, palms pressing flat against me, fingers curling in the fabric of my shirt. Her breathing is uneven and her pupilsare wide.
I tilt my head, watching her face as I speak. “That’s you.” I shift beneath her just enough to make the point. “That’s what you did.”
Her cheeks flush darker. A soft sound escapes her, barely there.
Still propped up on my elbows, I lower my body slightly against the picnic blanket beneath us. Her thighs are bracketing me, skirt hitched up around her waist, heat radiating against my stomach.
I move my hand between us then. Not where she wants it. Just to the button of my shorts and hook my thumb under it.
“Take my cock out,” I say quietly.
Her eyes flick down and her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. Her fingers shake a little as she reaches down and starts fumbling with the button.
She undoes it and drags the zipper down next. I lift my hips just enough to help her, pushing the fabric down, freeing myself inch by inch until my cock snaps against my abs.
Jessica’s chest rises and falls with each shallow breath as she stares at it. I drink in each detail ofher expression. Her full lips press together, her throat working to swallow.
