“It’s just me,” he said quietly, voice deep and soft.
I almost laughed.Just him. Good lord. If he only knew what he did to me. Silly-schoolgirl-crush sorts of things. Blushing cheeks and butterflies in my stomach. Wanting and needing. Thinking he might be the only person who knew this version of me. There was nothing that could minimize that. Not even his whispered reassurance against the shell of my ear.
But the drag of his hand up my leg was grounding. It was the way he’d touched me earlier. I knew it. It was familiar. An unhurried caress, slow and steady, causing my nerve endings to come alive and my mind to settle. To just feel.
Jack guided me toward him. Rolling onto my side, I faced his dark outline in the night, and his talented fingers dipped behind my knee, making me suck in a breath.
Desire coiled neatly in my middle, settling warm and heavy as I reached out and did some exploring of my own.
Jack was all firm lines and soft skin. My hand smoothed over coarse chest hair before following the line of it over a lean midsection. His hips jerked reflexively as my fingers brushed the velvety tip of his cock where it strained between us. I wrapped my fist around his length and squeezed. The sound Jack made against my cheek was rough and desperate, and I wanted to taste it.
Smiling against his mouth, I barely had time to stroke once, twice, and a third time before Jack freed himself from my grasp. He urged me flat on my back and loomed over me on hands and knees, his big body caging me in as he placed hot, wet kisses between my breasts all the way down to the waistband of my lacy underwear.
Despite my earlier agreement that Jack could kiss me wherever he wanted, I wasn’t ready for this. Maybe I was crazy, but it felt too intimate or too soon; I didn’t know.
So I reached for him, cupping his stubble-covered cheeks and guiding him back up my body. “I want you up here with me.”
He came willingly, bringing his lips to mine in a kiss that left me gasping. But before he could settle himself, he rolled across the mattress, pulling me on top of him.
“You’re in charge here,” he stated roughly. “You set the pace.” His hands smoothed rhythmically up and down my thighs, unhurried and encouraging at the same time.
Some unexpected emotion ricocheted through me. A weird combination of gratitude and fascination. What would it be liketo take what Jack offered? To give myself permission? To stop worrying about pleasing everyone else for a change?
I shifted to get comfortable as I straddled his hips. My knee came into contact with something on the bed. I reached over, feeling the smooth edge of a foil packet.
For once, I knew exactly what I wanted.
I ripped open the wrapper and used both hands to roll the condom into place. Jack’s hands tightened on my legs briefly, but he didn’t move to help. I rose slightly, sliding my underwear to the side as I positioned his cock at my entrance. Then I slowly sank down as pressure and heat threatened to overwhelm me.
“Fuck,” Jack cursed, his fingers digging into my hips.
I waited a moment, getting used to the invasion, the size, the way my belly had hollowed at the feel of him. When I could manage a full breath, I rolled my hips experimentally.
Jack cursed again, the sound a vulgar hiss from a tightly clenched jaw.
I let myself smile into the darkness, and then I started to move, doing what he’d told me—taking charge, setting the pace.
A thumb found its way to my clit, using the slickness of my arousal to rub tiny circles right where I needed it. I jolted at the touch, an arrow notching in the bowstring of my desire. Goose bumps erupted on my skin like the AC was going full blast.
“Yes,” I moaned, my movements speeding up, every tilt of my hips pushing me higher and higher.
Jack was moving now, too. His hips rising to meet my thrusts, a perfect counterpoint. His other hand remained steady on my hip, content to let me lead.
“I’m close,” I whispered as my movements fell out of sync.
The thumb at the apex of my thighs stopped circling. The teasing touch bore down directly on my clit, giving me pressure and heat andyes, there ... right there ... oh, God.
Through the flash of pleasure, the blinding intensity of it, I felt Jack’s thrusts speed up, his hips snapping inelegantly as he reached his own climax.
He jackknifed up, clutching me to him as he groaned into my neck. I held on just as tightly, feeling raw and untethered, like I needed something to keep me from floating away.
Jack panted against my neck, exhaling heavy and warm. As seconds passed and his breathing slowed, he placed a soft kiss along my jaw.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, words brushing the shell of my ear and making me shiver.
He was careful with me as we separated, helping me onto the center of the bed while being mindful of the condom.
Awkwardly, I adjusted my underwear and attempted to piece myself back together while Jack shuffled into the bathroom across the hall.
