“Atta girl,” he praises the same way he has so many times, but it hits me differently when he breathes it into my ear, holding me open as he uses a finger to part me, causing a spark to ripple through my body, and he groans. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“More,” I plead, and he lets out a sigh, but I can feel his lips curl against my neck.
“My greedy girl.” His finger parts me again, pressing two fingers to my clit with the most perfect pressure. “Is this what you want?” he whispers against my skin before pressing his lips to my neck, finding a spot so sensitive that my eyes fall closed,my hands finding his knees and squeezing hard as the sensations overwhelm me.
His tongue swirls around the sensitive spot as he begins to move his fingers in slow circles, making me see stars behind my lids.
“Jack,” I moan, trying to stay quiet but quickly losing myself in his touch.
“I got you,” he assures me before he pushes a finger inside me.
He moves it in and out of me slowly as I get used to feeling, as if he knows I need a second to adjust before he adds a second finger, the delicious stretching sensation almost sends me over the edge.
My head is resting back against his chest, and I feel his other hand snake around my stomach and up to my chest, his big, calloused hand squeezing my breast, finding my peaked nipple through the fabric of my dress.
As he pumps his fingers in and out of me, he uses his other hand to tease my nipple before grazing his hand across to find the other. The stimulation is world-altering, and I’m seconds away from falling apart.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, not capable of stringing more than two words together.
“Just for a second, baby,” he says, and it sounds like he’s in pain.
He pulls his fingers from me, and an embarrassing whimper escapes my lips. “No. Why’d you stop?” I’m too turned on to even be embarrassed about how it comes out as a whispered whine, my skin so hot and prickly that it feels like I’m on fire.
I’m about to say more, but any and all protest dies on my lips the second I feel Jack bring his hand from underneath the blanket bringing it to his mouth. My mouth parts as I watch hiseyes close as he tastes me on his fingers, and I honestly feel like I could come just from watching him.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls before he leans down, his lips crashing into mine. His mouth moves against mine, his tongue swiping against my bottom lip, demanding access. Our kiss deepens—slow and hungry—and nothing matters except for what it feels like to have Jack’s lips on mine, tasting myself on his tongue.
His hand drops below the blanket again, and he swallows my moans as he pushes two fingers inside me again, his thumb circling my clit as he pumps into me.
“Fuck,” I breathe against his lips, my teeth grazing his lower lip, gently biting down as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“You look so good fucking my fingers.” More of his dirty words, and I don’t know how I went this long without hearing them.
The combination of his fingers working me and the way he whispers into my ear is enough to make the world around us—the whole universe—melt away. “I need you to come for me, Rumi baby.”
And I do.
My orgasm crashes into me, and Jack kisses me as he works me through it, capturing each and every moan I make, keeping them all to himself.
“Holy shit,” Jack breathes as I slowly come back to myself, blinking my eyes to find Jack’s on me, his chest rising and falling, causing me to rise and fall with it..
He presses another kiss to my lips, and I wrap an arm around his neck, holding him close to me, already craving more.
“The movie is almost over,” Jack says, breaking our kiss, and my lips curl, smiling against his.
“So I guess I can still say I’ve never seen aTwilightmovie,” I joke, and we laugh together, our foreheads pressed together.
“The first one isn’t that great anyway,” Jack says, and he kisses my nose before leaning back on the pillow behind him. “At least you can say you saw how it ended, so you’re not lost when we watch the second one.” He pulls his legs from around me, settling next to me and pulling me into his side.
“Wait,” I whisper. “What about you?”
“What about me?” he whispers back.
“You didn’t—” I’m too embarrassed to say the word, which seems so silly considering what just happened between us.
I watch as Jack rolls his lips together to suppress his smile. “Trust me. I’m fine,” he says, pulling me against him, so my head can rest back on the front of his shoulder, but I can’t help but notice he isn’t as comfortable as he was before.
“You don’t seem fine,” I argue, noticing his spine is up straighter, and he isn’t holding me as close to him as he was before. I start to feel like I’m going crazy, imagining this distance between us, but there’s something nagging at me. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask him, suddenly wracking my brain for how I messed this up.
