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He makes the difference as he undresses me, dropping kisses and touches along each section of exposed skin. His touch has me writhing, and I can feel how wet I am every time I twist my legs. As I watch my pajamas sail over the side of the bed, I grin up at him and say, “Seems one of us has too many clothes on now.”
His chuckle is earthy, before he pulls his shirt over his head, doing that crazy move only men seem to know how to do. I gasp, seeing his well-formed chest on display, each ab delineated as if it was carved from stone. He has a smattering of chest hair; not too much and not too little, which has me raising my hands to run across his pecs, causing his nipples to pebble, much like my own have already done.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunday,” he murmurs, staring down at me with heat in his eyes. I roll my eyes at him, and he lightly tickles my side, causing me to squirm. “You are and always will be that way through my eyes.”
“Still too many clothes,” I tease, my eyes honed in on his straining erection. He’s bigger than I’ve ever had, which isn’t saying much since Jonas is the sum total of my experience, and I briefly wonder if he’s going to fit, then decide it doesn’t matter.
If I die while we’re making love, I’ll go happy and that’s that.
When he stands up after getting off the bed, I’m treated to a sight that has me praying this is the first of many times we’re together like this; his toned, tanned physique, slightly trembling, with a hardon that’s jutting toward me.
Yes, I wouldn’t mind seeing that every day for the rest of my life.
“I wouldn’t mind either, sweetheart,” he whispers, once again hovering over me.
“Shit, did I say that out loud?” I grumble, closing my eyes to avoid his.
“Yes, you did, Sunday, and all you just said confirms how I feel as well,” he replies. “Now, where were we?”
* * *
Seconds turninto minutes until time becomes fluid as he licks, kisses, and sucks his way down every inch of my body. Both breasts are treated to an exhaustive examination, which has me nearly coming as pings of desire shoot to my clit. When he settles between my thighs, I unconsciously try to close them, to no avail.
“I need a taste, sweetheart. You gonna deny me that?” he questions, looking up at me.
Seeing his beautiful face, flushed with desire, I shake my head. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give him right now; I’m a goner for him. He flashes a grin at me before his tongue swipes through my folds.
Holy fucking hell!As he continues his ministrations, suckling my clit, thrusting his tongue deep into my sheath, all while stroking my thighs with his fingers. I realize I’ve been missing out and decide to enjoy this particular ride to its conclusion.
The moan that escapes when he inserts his index finger has him peering up at me through his lashes. “You good?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled because of where he’s at, and what he’s doing.
“Mmhm,” I reply through a hum, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me as his digit moves in and out of my core while his mouth and tongue continue their own sweet assault.
As my release builds, I struggle not to pull his hair out from the roots, and instead, settle with gripping and twisting the sheets between my fists. But when he adds a second finger, I’m done for and I detonate, keening his name out as my back arches away from the bed.
Long moments pass as I ride out my orgasm while he slows his actions down until I start to wiggle and squirm, moving from his diligent attention when it becomes too sensitive.
“Jett, I need you,” I plead, gripping his biceps as he raises up.
“Gotta protect my girl,” he replies, leaning over to the nightstand where I notice he apparently laid his wallet. He flips it open, and slides out a strip of condoms, which has my brow raising. “Not what you think, sweetheart. Carry them because of the boys on the team and have never been happier that I keep them stocked.” He rips off one, quickly opens the package between his blunt teeth, and sheathes himself before notching his head at my entrance.
Our moans mingle as he slowly enters me with gentle thrusts until he’s fully embedded. As my nails lightly score his skin, he starts to move; long, sure strokes that have my desire ramping up again.
Sex was hit or miss with Jonas. He didn’t like performing oral, and I sometimes didn’t climax, which I realize now shows just how selfish and shallow he truly was, because Jett has barely begun moving and I’m already close to orgasming for the second time.
“You feel so good,” I moan out, clutching his shoulders.
“You’re so hot and tight, Sunday,” he manages to say. “I can feel you tightening on my cock, and if you keep it up, this won’t last long.”
“Not doing it intentionally, I’m going to come again,” I admit, my eyes wide in wonder.
As his pace quickens and becomes erratic, he slides one hand between us to lightly stroke my clit, which has me calling out his name as he pumps his hips twice more before stopping. I can feel him pulsing inside as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Then, he does something that endears him to me forever; he leans in and gently kisses my lips before pulling me into his arms and rolling us, so I’m splayed over him. His hands stroke up and down my body, and he doesn’t avoid the areas where I was injured, but is instead, extremely gentle there as we both return from the stratosphere.
I’m nearly catatonic. I’m so sated when he lightly taps my hip that I bury my head deeper into his pecs, my body refusing to accept what I know he’s fixing to convey. “Need to take care of the condom, sweetheart,” he reluctantly tells me, eliciting a moan of protest from me.
“No, I don’t wanna move,” I mumble, still enjoying the residual high from my astronomical orgasm.
“Okay, so you might not remember, but seeing as you’re a nurse, you should understand biology. I’m going to go soft, the condom will slip, then everythinginsidewill be left in you. Not sure how you feel about having babies, but since we haven’t had that conversation yet, I’m erring on the side of caution and thinking you aren’t planning on having one just yet.”
