“Can I touch you?” His voice is low as his fingers trace the waistband of my leggings.
“Please,” I beg.
His hand slides beneath the fabric, fingers trailing upward with agonizing slowness. I’m already wet for him, my body having responded to his pleasure as if it were my own. When his fingers find me, a soft gasp escapes my lips.
“You’re so ready,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my neck as he explores me with feather-light touches.
I roll my hips into his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction. “Not fair. You’ve been teasing me all day.”
“Have I?” His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear, teeth grazing the skin in a way that makes me shiver. “Maybe I was trying to drive myself crazy.”
“It worked,” I manage, as his fingers circle my most sensitive spot. My good hand grips his shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Good.”
My phone buzzes again from across the room, but it might as well be on another planet. Emily’s persistent curiosity can wait. Jonah’s attention is all-consuming, his touch growing bolder as he learns what makes me gasp and moan.
His free hand tugs at the hem of my tank top. “I want to see you.”
I hesitate only briefly before nodding. He helps me lift the tank top over my head, careful to avoid my injured shoulder. The cool air raises goosebumps across my skin. When he sees me, his breath catches audibly. The look in his eyes makes me feel beautiful in a way I haven’t felt in years. His gaze travels slowly down my body, lingering on my breasts, which are now free from the confines of my top.
“You’re stunning.”
His hand returns to between my legs, and this time, he finds my entrance easily. One finger slides inside me, making me gasp at the sensation.
“More,” I demand, my hips moving against his hand.
He adds another finger, stretching me deliciously. The feeling is exquisite as he begins to move his hand in a rhythm that has me panting against his neck.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin, his mouth finding my collarbone. “Let me take care of you.”
My breathing becomes erratic as pleasure builds within me. His fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. I’m close, so close, when he does something unexpected.
Jonah shifts me off his lap, and back onto my feet before putting me into the chair.. He kneels, his hands sliding my leggings down my legs. The sight of this man on his knees before me is almost too much.
“Sit back,” he says, his voice commanding despite his position.
Jonah pushes my legs apart. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat as Jonah lowers himself between my thighs. His hands slide up my legs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When his mouth finds me, I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my fingers immediately finding purchase in his hair.
He hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His tongue explores me with methodical precision, learning what makes me tremble and moan. It’s almost unbearably intimate—this brilliant, careful man now completely focused on my pleasure.
“That’s—” The words dissolve into a moan as he finds a rhythm that makes my thighs tense. My head falls back against the chair as sensation overwhelms me.
I’ve never experienced this level of attention before. Most men rush, focus on their own pleasure, but Jonah is thorough and dedicated, like he’s solving a complex equation where my satisfaction is the only answer.
“You taste amazing,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through me.
His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as his tongue finds its way to my most sensitive spot. I’m close, so close, when he slides two fingers inside me, curling them against that perfect spot while his tongue continues its relentless attention.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my hand tightening in his hair.
The pleasure builds like a storm gathering force, each sensation adding to the pressure until I’m certain I’ll shatter. Jonah seems to sense this, increasing his pace, his fingers pumping in rhythm with his tongue.
“Oh God, Jonah,” I cry out as the orgasm crashes through me, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure that seem endless. My thighs clamp around his head as I ride out thesensation, my fingers gripping his hair hard enough that it must hurt, but he doesn’t stop until the final tremor subsides.
As I come down from my high, I realize I’m panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Jonah rests his forehead against my thigh, his breathing equally ragged. I look down at him, this brilliant, beautiful man who just shattered me with his mouth, and something shifts in my chest.
