“Ohmy.” Either worked for her, all of a sudden. Moisture gathered between her legs, and a deep ache took root there. Emboldened by his obvious desire, and by his straightforward expression of it, she grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs.
His fingers slid into her panties, and they both groaned when he made contact with the hot flesh he found there.
“Ohmy,” he said, echoing her words, but somehow from him the phrase seemed transgressive.
She wiggled against his hand until she had his fingers exactly where she wanted them. “Don’t move,” she whispered, though of course that wasn’t technically the correct instruction, because she did need him to move his fingers.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, and he knew, somehow, what she wanted, what she needed. He stayed broadly where he was, but his fingers rubbed small circles on her clit as his hips rocked against her bottom.
“That feels so good,” she whispered.
“Good?” he rasped. “You can do better than that.” To her astonishment, his fingers stopped.
She thrust against them, but he only chuckled. “You have to do better thangood. I’m offended by a meregood.”
“Youbastard.”
“Mm.”
“That feels amazing,” she tried.
Amazingearned a couple more strokes before he stopped and said, “Generic.”
“Sublime,” she snapped, both affronted and turned on by the deployment of the thesaurus game in this context.
“Too much. Let’s leave some words for the future. We are, after all, only finger fucking.”
Again she was hit with a mixture of lust and vexation. He was sosmartand sosexyat the same time. It almost made her angry. “You know what, I don’t need you for this.” She forced herself to pull back from his hand—or tried to. She was pinned between his arm along her front and his entire body along her back. Her arms were free, though, so she sent one hand down to join his, trying to bat him away. “I can do a peachy job all by myself.”
“Peachy,” he said with a chuckle. “There you go.” His fingers started moving again, and it was both soothing and torturous.
She moaned and tried to hold on to enough sense to keep talking. “You rejectsublimebut you likepeachy?”
“Yes.” He gently bit her earlobe. “Peachy for the cherry girl. It’s perfect.”
The other thing that was perfect was the way he kept a continuous pressure and pattern going with his fingers, even as his own breath started coming more shallowly. Blair didn’t have an army of past sexual partners, given that she’d gotten together with Reggie so young, but in her experience, most men couldn’t help but ramp things up in terms of speed and pressure. Jack, though, seemed to understand instinctively what was called for, and more importantly, he had the discipline to deliver it.
“Jack,” she gasped, and she was suddenly a bit overcome. Everything was so intense. The wave cresting inside her and the waves outside on the lake, the perfect lake that was going to be the backdrop for her movie, the movie of her heart.
“You’re OK,” Jack whispered, resting the hand that wasn’t, to use his filthy terminology, finger fucking her against her chest. Her heart was thudding under his palm. It was like he knew her heartwas so full that it was unsettling her. He was anchoring her with one hand while he sent her flying with the other. With him, both things could be true. “You’re OK,” he said again. “You’re peachy.” She fell over the edge.
They stood there for a while, unmoving. When she recovered herself, she said, “You were right.Sublimewas taking it too far.”
He swatted her butt and walked her toward one of the beds. Guided her down onto her back and, as he unwrapped a condom, said, “I do love the dress, but maybe time to take it off now?”
“Variety is the spice of life?”
“Cliché.”
“But true?” She had lifted her hips and begun to pull the dress over her head, but when he didn’t answer, she stopped, peeked out.
“True,” he said, giving her a look that seemed equal parts exasperated and fond.
When they were both naked, she shivered. “Here’s another cliché: you’d better get over here and warm me up.”
What followed she could genuinely characterize as sublime, though she didn’t say so. She didn’t say anything. She just let herself be seduced, and did her best to return the favor. She would have thought things would go faster at that point—he had been so aroused for so long—but he continued to display his remarkable talent for restraint as he kissed her everywhere. Ages went by, it felt like, while they caressed each other. She wouldn’t have thought she could come again, but the telltale pressure gathered. Eventually, she decided it was up to her to move things along, and she nudged him off her and they made a comical attempt to rotate in the single bed. When she was on top, she grabbed the condom he’d set on the nightstand between the two beds, sheathed him, and, with a sigh, slid down on him.
“Uhh,” he groaned.
