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Jameson offered a throat chuckle. “Babe, that’sexactlywhat I want to do.”
I blushed, and Jameson kissed me again while I ran my hand up and down his cock. His lust created a wet patch in his boxers where it pushed up against the tip.
I pulled the elastic away and pulled his cock up, running my thumb over the slick head.
Jameson’s breathing changed, becoming more erratic. My body tightened—I wanted him inside of me, but I wanted to tease him first.
Jameson gritted his teeth and let out a low growl from the back of his throat before he kissed me again.
He sucked my lower lip between his teeth and pulled back, scraping his teeth over my lips before his tongue slipped into my mouth again. I pushed my hand into his pants and pumped my hand up and down his shaft, stepping up the pace as we made out. Jameson breathed hard through his nose, and he growled between our kisses.
Jameson’s hands roamed my body. He traced my curves, careful not to touch me anywhere prolific. He was keeping it PG, teasing me, and my skin burned in anticipation of his touch.
When he pulled up my shirt, I lifted my arms, and he pulled it over my head. My loose hair fell over my shoulder, and Jameson thumbed my collarbone, his large hand cupping my shoulder. My body was petite against Jameson’s large, powerful frame, but I trusted him with everything I had. He would never hurt me, even though he could probably snap me like a twig.
I’d always been guarded, but with Jameson, I felt like I could open up. Emotionally, mentally, physically—he would be there to catch me if I fell, and God, I wasfalling.
Jameson’s hands roamed my bare skin, teasing, caressing, and I whimpered and sighed into his mouth. My heart beat faster, and I felt hot, a flush stretching over my body.
My nipples were hard, poking against my bra. As if Jameson knew that was what I was thinking, he unclasped my bra and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. If fell off the edge of the loft and toward the living room below.
“Oops,” Jameson said.
“I’ll just climb down and get it later,” I said.
“I’ll watch,” Jameson offered.
I rolled my eyes, and he kissed me again.
Jameson moved down my neck and onto my chest, planting kisses on the delicate skin of the swells of my breasts. He didn’t cup my breasts, knead, or massage them. He didn’t roll my nipples between his fingers or tug at them, he didn’t nibble and suck on them. Instead, he kissed all around them before moving onto my ribs, and I whimpered in protest.
Jameson spun me around and carefully, slowly, lowered me all the way down to the futon bed. He covered me with his body, still kissing my torso, and grinded his cock against my leg. His jeans were still open, and his hot flesh was searing hot through his thin boxers’ material as he slowly slid himself up and down my leg like he was marking his territory.
He could have all of me, all the time, however he wanted me. I was his.
“Jameson,” I whispered when he kissed his way down my body. His large hands covered my sides, his fingers hot on my back, palms on my ribs, and he kissed a line of fire down my stomach.
I got wet for him—sowet—and the slick feeling between my legs just turned me on more. When his kisses became ticklish lower down on my stomach, I jerked and twitched involuntarily, my giggles turning into gasps as he worked his way lower still.
My skin was sensitive, and I was hyper-aware of his touch. I shivered when he curled his fingers into the pajama pants I wore and slowly pulled them down.
I whimpered with need when he planted kisses on my hips and on my pubic bone.
When Jameson discarded my pants, making sure they didn’t fall down after my bra, he parted my thighs with his hands. Murmurs escaped my lips as he licked a line along my pussy and blew on it. It sent shivers of pure pleasure rippling through my body.
Instead of closing his mouth over my clit, the way I’d thought he would, Jameson slid his finger down my slit.
“You’re so wet,” he growled, his dark eyes locked on mine.
“Yeah,” I said in a breathy voice. “What are you going to do about it?”
He chuckled.
“I’m going to draw it out and tease you until you beg for me, babe.” He flicked his finger slowly over my clit, drawing lazy circles.
I squirmed on the bed, my breath hitching. Heat washed over me, and a primal need erupted inside of me. I wanted Jameson to grab me and fuck me. I wanted him to pound into me like there was no tomorrow, until I couldn’t breathe, with one orgasm crashing into me after the other.
Jameson didn’t do that. Instead, he lazily moved his finger down my pussy and to my entrance.
