I want her to be a writhing mess in my hands, so I take my time teasing her, swiping the chocolate over her perfect tits before licking it right off.
“Fuck,” she moans, and it’s music to my ears. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes closed as I work her. “Jack, touch me. Please.”
And I happily oblige.
Licking the rest of the chocolate from my fingers, I run my hand down her body, stopping when I get to her clit, circling my fingers slowly.
“Yes,” she breathes, but I know she needs more.
“I got you, baby,” I coo, kissing down her stomach until I’m inches away from tasting her—something I’ve been dreaming about for weeks now. She moans at my words as I continue circling her clit, and I let out a chuckle. “Always such a greedy girl,” I whisper just inches from her center before I lower my mouth all the way to her, groaning at the taste of her mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate still on my tongue.
Maybe I do like chocolate after all.
“Oh my god,” she moans as I slowly drag my tongue up her slit, circling it around her clit before lightly sucking it into my mouth, her back bucking off the counter as her hand goes to my head.
She presses me closer to her, and I grip her legs, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises. Her taste is addictive, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough.
I pump two fingers inside her as I tongue her clit, moving in the slow circles that drive her crazy, until she’s screaming my name, her fingers gripping my hair as she falls apart.
Scooping her up off the counter, barely giving her time to realize what’s happening, I carry her upstairs to my bed. She squeals with laughter as I throw her onto my bed, stripping off my T-shirt and shorts in record time.
“I need to be inside you,” I plead. “Now.”
“I’m clear and on the pill,” she says quickly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy with lust.
“I’m clear too, but I have condoms if?—”
“No,” she interrupts me. “I don’t want anything between us.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I lay down next to her, pulling her on top of me,dyingto be underneath her. I pump myself a few times, just to take the edge off, knowing I won’t last long but also knowing I won’t survive if I’m not inside her soon.
“Ride me, baby,” I tell her, as she settles on her knees, hovering just above my aching cock.
“I don’t know how,” she says in a whisper. “It’s never been like this before.”
Rumi opened up to me about not being with anyone since Trevor, and I know she’s in the process of discovering what sex is to her, so I remind myself to slow down.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I tell her, grabbing her hands from my chest and holding them tightly in mine.
“No, that’s not it,” she says, shaking her head. “I really want to. I think that’s what makes it so different.”
I stare up into her pretty blue eyes, feeling like my sole purpose in life is to be underneath her. “Do you trust me?” I ask her, bringing her hands to my lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“I trust you.”
Hearing her say it takes all the air from my lungs, but I’d happily give up my ability to breathe if it meant she’d feel safe with me.
“And you know I got you?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t notice the crack in my voice.
She nods, and I let go of her hands so she can place them on my chest.
“We’ll go slow, and on your terms, okay? Just do what feels good,” I tell her.
“What about what feels good for you?” she asks, her blush deepening as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard as she looks down at me.
“You don’t have to worry about me, baby. Just the thought of being inside of you has me on edge.”
