Before You(82)

She fumbled with the guitar and then let it drop into her lap. “I can’t remember where to put my fingers.”

A slow sexy smile spread across his face. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to get me in a comprising position again?”

“Jerk,” she said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder.

“Here, crawl to the edge of the bed so I can get behind you.”

“Now who’s trying to getting who into a compromising position?”

“Me. Always. Don’t you forget it.” He straddled her back and placed her hands into position. “This is a simple C chord,” he whispered near her ear.

Her finger strummed the string a few time. “Okay.”

He moved her hands again. “This is a simple G chord.” He dropped his hands, resting them on her bare thighs and she shivered, suddenly very aware that she was only wearing one of Jax’s t-shirts that barely covered the tops of her thighs. She hadn’t bothered to put her underwear back on after last night.

“Go ahead,” he coaxed, his chin leaning on her shoulder.

She strummed the chord a few times and his hand started trailing up the inside of her thigh. “Mmm,” she murmured almost involuntarily.

“You like that?” he questioned, nibbling lightly on her ear.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly, relaxing her hold on the guitar.

“No,” he replied, placing his hands on top of hers once again. “Play.” He moved her into position again and kissed the side of her neck. “Now this is the D chord.”

His hands went to her bare thighs again, spreading them open for his touch. He brushed over her wet center, teasing her as he buried his face into the hollow of her neck.

“Oh, I think I like D.”

“I do too, but wait until we get to F chord. I really like the F chord.”

“What’s F?” She moaned, leaning into his chest and spreading her legs wider, silently begging him to touch her.

“It goes something like this.” Slowly tracing her wet folds with his finger, he teased her, sending her into a fevered cloud of lust. Then, without warning, his finger penetrated her and she nearly shot off the bed.

“You’re a good teacher,” she gasped, her voice raspy from the pleasure radiating through her body.

“You’re a good student,” he whispered as he kissed her earlobe, the feel of his hot breath causing her to shiver.

As his free hand reached around to squeeze her breast through the t-shirt, she leaned back even further, letting the guitar fall from her fingertips into her lap. The sensation was so insanely sinful she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

Grabbing the guitar out of her lap, he leaned it against the nightstand and then pulled her on top of him. Her heart slammed against her chest as he lifted her shirt over her head and let it drop on the floor. Holding on to the back of her neck, he bent her face toward him so that he could kiss her and she moaned from the feel of her bare breasts rubbing against his naked chest.

“Mmm,” he murmured, wrapping his hands around her waist, rocking her core against him. “That feels so good.” His eyes told her that he was as aroused as she was.

Unable to look away, she watched her nipples dance along his hard pecs, goosebumps erupting all over her body with every touch. Gazing into his hooded, smoky gray eyes, she ran her fingers through his wavy hair, down the sides of his face, to his wide, toned shoulders, loving the way his perfectly formed muscles tensed under her fingertips. She couldn’t get enough of him, of the way he felt pressed up against her and inside her. She could spend the entire day exploring every inch of his body with her hands and mouth.

Pulling her closer, his hands fisted into her hair as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his unshaven face teasing her and heightening her need for him. Unbelievable. Each time he touched her, it was better than the last. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough.

Sitting up on her knees, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his black briefs, and pushed them down. She rolled on a condom and mounted him, rubbing her folds along the tip of his penis over and over until she was nearly convulsing with the need to be filled by him.

“Now,” he growled, lifting her by the waist and centering her opening above him. Fascinated, she watched as he guided each glorious inch of his hard length inside of her. She expelled a long, needy breath from the sensation of being filled by him again, almost as if she were finally whole. Reaching up, he grazed, then pinched her taut breasts with his guitar calloused fingers and she whimpered. He chuckled at her startled expression, but when she started moving, his laugh disappeared.

Moving together effortlessly, she was so lost in him, she didn’t know if she’d ever be the same again. Her long brown hair cascaded down, creating a curtain of intimacy around them as they panted in unison with each delicious motion and swirl of her hips.