“I heard you, Scarlett…” He sucks my skin between his teeth. “So, we’re not going to have sex.”
“We’re not?”
“No.” He bites down on my skin until I moan, until he’s certain he’s marked his territory. Then he steps back and grabs the back of a chair, pulling it closer.
“I’m going to sit in this chair, and then you’re going to sit on my face while I eat your pussy until you come,” he says, “until youfeelbetter…”
I swallow as he plops down and pulls me between his legs.
Before I can react, he grabs my legs and guides me to climb on him, until I’m literally sitting atop his face.
Without warning, he tightens his grip around my waist and darts his tongue against me, rendering me useless within minutes.
I grabbed his hair to gain a sense of balance, but he owns all the control. His kisses come hard and fast, then slow and sensual, and he sucks my clit into his mouth each time I moan in pleasure.
I come apart with his name on my lips, his hand marks imprinted on my sides.
He gently lets me down, and then positions me on the bed.
Grabbing a condom from his pants, he quickly rolls it on before climbing over me.
He slowly slides into me—letting me feel every inch before he pulls back and returns to me. Staring into my eyes with every stroke, he’s handling me much softer than before, more sensual than before.
“Scarlett…” he says my name, and I struggle to utter his.
I want this again and again, and I only want it with him.
The words “Don’t ever leave me again,” are on my lips, but I know he’ll think I’m too attached, so I bite my tongue.
He suddenly grabs my hands and holds them above my head, burying himself even deeper.
I writhe under him, unable to hold back a scream.
“Shhh…” He sucks a nipple between his teeth, making the pleasure even more intense. “Unless you want everyone to hear what I’m doing to you…”
“I can’t…” I breathe. “I—” His hand covers my mouth, muffling a scream that I’m sure everyone downstairs would’ve heard if he didn’t.
I’m trembling so hard the mattress shakes under me, and Jameson leans closer and whispers into my ear.
“I won’t,” he says. “I fucking won’t…”
“Huh?” I struggle to catch my breath. “You won’twhat?”
“Leave you again…” He stiffens seconds later, biting back a groan as he finds his release.
He remains inside me as he comes down, and he runs a hand against my collarbone.
“I hate parties, Scarlett,” he whispers. “Especially weekend ones like this…I’d like to go back to New York City tonight.”
“Okay.” I nod. “I understand.”
“With you,” he says. “You should leave here too, and come home with me.”
“Until you decide you need time and space again?”
“No.” He kisses my shoulder. “We’ll figure ‘us’ out.”
“But you said?—”
