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The rest didn’t matter. He was like a man possessed. He had to send her over the edge, be the one who gave her that gift again, prove to her even if he’d never be good enough that she was and if he’d be permitted, he’d be content to—he had to let her know the way he saw her and he had to taste her in earnest. Summer, Urs would forever be summer for him.
He twirled his tongue inside her, before he worked the area above. She writhed, but he held her firm, giving her everything he had.
Too soon the shudders came, accompanied by the best sound of all, his name on her lips, over and over and dangerously loud. Her poor cousins weren’t going to be particularly innocent anymore.
Jay flopped himself next to her and busied himself with her outer arm. Was there a part of her that wasn’t pleasing, and soft, and enticing, and perfect? Well, perfect for him?
“And you enjoy hearing things like that?” There was mocking in her tone beneath the gasps.
He tapped her nose. “No, I love hearing things like that, especially from you. Though to be fair, I love just about everything you say. However, it is such a shame that your hands are occupied because I’d give you a demonstration of what you’re doing to me right now.”
Damned if she didn’t lick her lips. Dream. Had to be a dream.
“Let me guess, it involves you being quite swollen.” Urs squirmed against him.
He snickered. Interesting choice of words, apt but...
“Swollen? Yes, though that wasn’t the word I was thinking of. I was thinking of something more flattering, manly.”
She threw her head back and laughed. If he could only bottle that sound somehow.
“Honestly? Manly? What sort of word might that be?”
He stroked down her body once more. She turned to him, as much as she could, her leg snaked around his back, pulling him into her body. She was going to drive him mad. He groaned. Why was he still wearing so many clothes again? Blast. He wanted too much with her, needed so much—terrifying.
“Beg for me, Urs. Tell me you want me as much as I want you.” He gripped her breasts again.
“I—Jay—please.” She quivered beneath his touch. “Please, Jay. I need you. Tup me, Jay.”
Jesus. She knew that word? For a woman who spent most of her days with tutors, she had a surprising vocabulary. Swollen wasn’t the half of it.
“Soon,” he whispered in her ear. “But first, I require a few more details.”
With his remaining fortitude and sense, he lifted himself from the bed. The trousers were easy. He’d strained against them for so long freedom came with a sigh of relief. As for his shirt, well he could purchase a new one. He still had his allowance.
Her eyes though, the entire time, her eyes were on him and the encouraging lust thrown in his direction—well, they were both lucky he wasn’t her age. He recovered quite a bit quicker at twenty-one.
Almost a
decade. How could he have lived almost an entire decade on an earth without her being in existence? How was such a thing possible?
Jay ferreted in the drawer for a condom before he returned to the bed.
“What are you thinking? What do you want, Urs?”
“You.” Her eyes never left his.
That moment, if he could die right there, it would have been enough. How could he ever tell her, ever express how she made him feel?
“Specifically. I want you to say it. I like to hear you say it. I want to know every detail.”
“I want you to lose control.” Her voice was louder, more resolute.
Bloody. Hell. She wanted that? No, no, no, she was intended to be cherished and worshiped. And she was young and naïve and inexperienced.
“Urs—”
“You asked if I trusted you. I told you yes. I trust you with everything. I know you would never force me to do anything I didn’t absolutely want, never hurt me. You’d deny your own pleasure before that. I want you to trust yourself enough to take instead of give.”
