“I’ll go out and get some,” he said, letting go of her wrist and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll be back in a little while.” His voice dipped a little lower as he reached for his jeans.
Now it was her turn to place a hand on his arm. Summoning the courage, she did exactly that. “I’m on the pill. And uh, I know I don’t have any STIs.” They’d tested her at her last OBGYN appointment. She hadn’t slept with anyone since then – she’d been way too busy fantasizing about Jed to pay much attention to any other men.
He froze with his jeans gripped in both hands, going so still that his hard muscles felt like the stone of a statue beneath her hand. “Same here, but I don’t expect you to trust me so blindly. I can go out and buy condoms.”
She eyed his jeans, then the rigid form of his cock rising from his lap. It was hard to imagine him getting into his pants without being in pain, and then there was the agony of delayed gratification…
How could she not trust the man who’d tried to pay her more for her photography when she owed him so much, who’d been hesitant to go out with her in the first place because of the ludicrous idea that he wasn’t good enough for her? Hell, he’d apologized for taking advantage of her because of a single kiss. He wouldn’t lie to her, especially not about something so serious. “I trust you, Jed.”
“Still.” He didn’t continue dressing, but he didn’t drop his jeans, either.
Realization dawned on her, sending heat creeping into her cheeks. “If you don’t feel safe, we don’t have to go without protection. Maybe I could get tested again some other time, and share the results with you.”
“It’s not that. I believe you.”
“Then what is it?”
A moment of silence ticked by before his jeans finally fell to the floor with a muffled sound. “It’s nothing.”
For someone who’d been completely still for a full minute, he moved with amazing speed. He had his arms around her in an instant, and next thing she knew, he was pressing her down into the mattress again, only this time there was nothing between them.
Her pussy clenched as the weight of his embrace registered with her mind and body, blowing a few circuits somewhere in the sensory cortex of her brain. Her nipples were rock hard against his chest, and she could feel him breathe, feel his heart beat. His erection was between her thighs, the head brushing her already-slick skin, and it was hard to believe they were so close.
Though they were on the verge of finally being really, fully together, it didn’t happen as quickly as it could have. Instead of entering her, he drew back a little, lowering his head to her chest and mouthing the swell of one breast.
She trembled beneath him, then gasped when he finally closed his lips around the tip, sucking it deep into his mouth.
The pressure of his jaw against her flesh and the scrape of his facial hair against her skin made her arch against the bed, suddenly breathless.
He placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her other nipple with his fingertips, causing it to go just as hard as the one that was caught between his tongue and teeth. Ripples of pleasure raced up and down her spine, through her entire body, and she could barely breathe. When she did, she had to draw air in deep drafts, and still, it wasn’t enough.
When he stopped, she let her muscles go slack, lying flat against the mattress as she told herself that she really wasn’t melting, it just felt that way. In the wake of what he’d just done, her breasts felt heavy and her nipples hyper-sensitive – so much so that even the motion of him pulling his hands from them made her gasp.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, still on top of her but with his hands at her sides, resting on the comforter. “Jesus, I can hardly stand it.”
His words burrowed deep inside her mind, into a place where they’d stay forever – she’d never be able to forget him saying that. It was a thrill, but it also sent a pulse of shyness through her that nothing else had. The yin and yang of the effects left her feeling slightly giddy, and she focused on the feeling of his hard thighs between hers.
“Don’t look away.” He slipped a hand beneath her chin and exerted gentle pressure.
She let him guide her gaze back to his, and after a couple moments of stillness, he began to lower himself.
He didn’t break eye contact, just slid lower, until it was his shoulders against the insides of her thighs, not his legs. It was obvious what he was about to do, and she couldn’t find it in herself to say a word, encouraging or otherwise. Instead, she focused all her mental energy on steeling herself for it, on trying to figure out how she’d make it through without simply shattering as a result of the pleasure that was already rising up inside her.