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“Stop,” I hear Jay state firmly, the bed dipping as he turns toward me, propping himself up on his elbow so he peer into my eyes.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” I reply, guilt laced in my every word.
He couldn’t possibly know what I was thinking, could he?
“This isn’t about anybody but us. Two grown adults. People who care about each other very much. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. All I care about is you. This moment. The way you looked when you completely let go. Knowing I did that. Your lips were parted, your eyes closed, head thrown back, and you were pressing against me. Your body begging for more.”
Running the back of his hand over my cheek, down my neck, and continuing until he’s gripping my hip, Jay pauses to relish my body, but not for long.
“Live in that moment, Drea. Don’t let the guilt from the past dictate your present. Don’t let it stop you from having what you want. What you’ve always wanted. From being with me. Because I want to see that expression on your face again. A lot more. Very soon.”
Pressing my elbows into the mattress, I force my body up and seal my lips against his. The hand that was resting on my hip is now holding my head hostage as Jay devours my lips. His body rolls on top of me, and a familiar sensation begins to build as he rocks his body against mine.
Soon must mean now. His recovery time is impressive.
“Too. Many. Clothes,” he says between kisses as he works his way down my neck.
“Yes.” The single word comes out as a hiss as he nips the sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet.
Jay’s hand slides up my back, and I raise off the bed as far as I can so he can unclasp my bra. Once I feel the fabric release it’s hold, I start pulling it away from my body. Sitting up, Jay steadies my hands and slowly removes my bra, taking in the sight before him with great admiration.
I’ve always been ashamed of how large my breasts are. They’re more than a handful and the last thing I would describe them as is perky. My areolas are large, and I have a mole above my right breast.
“Perfection,” he states, his eyes never leaving my chest. My nipples pucker as the cold air brushes across them. He seems to notice and bends to take one in his mouth and the other in his hand, my back arching off the bed in response as I hold his head captive against my chest.
“So responsive,” he coos, moving to pay the other nipple the same attention. I don’t bother to reply with anything more than a moan when he bites down on the sensitive bud.
While his mouth and left hand work their magic on my breasts, his right hand takes a slow and torturous adventure down my side, across my stomach, and slips beneath the thin material of my thong, gently tugging as I wiggle with anticipation.
Once I’m free of the binding undergarment and the only thing between Jay and I are his boxer briefs, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him tightly against me. A growl escapes him as his movements become frenzied. Shimming out of the last of his remaining clothes, I attempt to help with my toes only to be met with resistance.
“If I take them off, there’s no going back,” he murmurs against my chest before lifting his eyes to mine.
Our eyes remain locked as he slides out of his underwear, repositions himself, and runs his shaft against my slick center. When I let out a huff of air in frustration, he drives into me in one quick thrust until he’s fully seated and I’m moaning loud enough the entire B&B knows what we’re doing.
Jay lays motionless inside of me.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” he teases, his mouth reclaiming my breast.
“I need you to move.” My plea comes out strangled as I attempt to press up against him, only I’m not strong enough to lift his body off mine. He has me pinned to the mattress, trapped in a state of sexual frustration.
“Like this?” he asks, slowly retreating slightly.
“Mmmhmm,” I moan. “More.”
Jay finds a slow, lazy rhythm, pistoning in and out of me, working my body into a frenzy.
“Drea,” he moans as he picks up the pace slightly. “I don’t know how much longer I can last. You feel so good. I’m close.”
The need dripping from every word causes me to clench around him, my impending orgasm looming closer.
“Me.” Huff. Moan. “Too.”
“Come for me, baby. Let go. Let me hear you,” he urges, lifting his head from my breast as he drives himself deeper. “Open your eyes for me, Drea. I want to watch you fall apart beneath me.”
That’s all it takes. My eyes fly open as I arch my body against his, my orgasm shattering around him.
