“So how good do you feel?”
He reached for her hand and moved it to the front of his pants. Her eyes widened as she felt how hard he was.
“Do you want to do something about this?”
“Yes. I want to feel you. I want you.”
She squeezed his dick, and he gasped then stepped back. “Careful. If you squeeze too much, I might just come.”
“Would you really?”
“You turn me on. I’ve kept my hands off you for three days.”
She tugged up her shirt and tossed it onto the couch. Then she unclasped her bra and tossed it over to the couch, too.
Jump stepped back and shook his head. “Dang, you are freaking hot. I want to feel every part of you. But first, I need you to come.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do.” Jump reached for her and winced.
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Take off your pants and underwear.”
She did as he asked and then was naked in front of him. His heated gaze on her made her insides twist. She squeezed her legs together, thinking that she might just explode.
“I want to feel your wet heat pulsing. Let me feel you.”
He reached between her legs, the touch sending shocks of pleasure through her. He’d said he might come easily at her touch, but she was so close to orgasm she couldn’t last.
“That’s it. Come for me, love.”
His words and his touch sent her over the edge. Her knees shook, and she had to cling to him to stay upright.
“Bedroom. I would carry you?—”
“Don’t you dare. I don’t want you hurting your arm again. Come on, I can walk.”
“Later, after I’m healed up, I’m going to carry you to bed.”
“Deal. But first you heal.”
She loved the playful tone he was using. It made her happy. In all her years living with her parents, she never thought love was playful. It was a duty, but with Jump, this was just plain fun.
He was having issues with getting his pants off, so she helped him undo the button and zipper. She stepped back and saw that he was holding his arm stiff.
“You’re injured. Are you sure?”
“Heck yeah. Now get on the bed and let me love you.”
She moved to the mattress and watched him climb onto the mattress. He winced when he put his weight on his injured arm.
She held up her hand, stopping him. “Wait, your arm. I don’t want this to hurt you. Can we do this with you on bottom?”
“Yes. But it might hurt.”
“I’ll be fine.”
