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“Full control. Show me what you want.”
I feel him under me, not in me, but near me. I slide lower until I see his penis between my legs, and then I reach down and touch it. He smirks, and I start to grind on it, not inserting his length but letting it rub my clit. I almost forget that I’m using him until he hisses, and I open my eyes to see he hasn’t moved, but his bare stomach is now taut with restraint. I can tell he wants to move his hands to touch me.
“What would you give me if I slipped you inside me right now?” I ask, slowing down my hips. Teasing him at my entrance. He bites his bottom lip, and I roll my hips again, this time extra slow.
“Whatever it is that you want,” he grits out.
“A kiss,” I whisper.
“Anything but that,” he replies.
I ignore him and continue to slide my hips back and forth. He goes to move his hands, and I stop.
“Don’t touch me. I didn’t give you permission,” I say, smirking.
He groans but does as I say. I pull my shirt over my head, freeing my breasts, and my hand on his penis holds him there as I continue to my languid grind. His piercing rubs me perfectly as I reach the tip but don’t yet sink down on him. I cup my breast and squeeze my nipple, pulling it.
“It feels so good,” I whisper. “So, so good.” My head lolls back, and all I want to do is let him fill me, but I don’t want him to hold all the power.
He has to give a little to get a little.
And riding his cock like this still feels like heaven.
“Fuck it!” He growls. “This is going to cost you.”
Before I can even ask what he’s talking about, he leans up, and his mouth slams onto mine. My body freezes as our lips mold together, then his tongue slithers into my mouth, and he kisses me. I can taste myself, but what I can taste more is him.
All him.
And holy heck, Jake can kiss.
His tongue dances with mine as he pulls back, bites my lip, and does it all over again. I somehow manage to maintain consciousness instead of letting that kiss knock me out and reach down and glide him into me. His lips pause on mine as I do, and when I sink down on him fully, he seems to remember where we are and what we’re doing, then he kisses me again.
I’ve been kissed before.
Touched before.
Possibly even loved before.
Yet nothing, nothing compares to Jake.
And the thought scares the absolute shit out of me.
