He closed his lips around one and drew it past his teeth, simultaneously pressing a hand against the small of her back. The pressure and pull of his mouth against her breast sent a shiver down her spine and another shrinking contraction through her core. He was still dressed, but his erection pressed against her thigh, stiff beneath his jeans.
Visions of slipping those jeans off of him raced through her head, but what he was doing felt so good that she gripped his shoulders instead, letting her nails bite into his muscle. When he raised his head to press a kiss against her lips, she lowered her hands into his lap and undid the fly of his jeans, her heart beating a little faster as the soft, metallic noise of the zipper sounded between them.
She pulled and tugged, getting his jeans off of him and sucking in a breath when he took off his shirt, revealing muscle and ink she’d dreamed about during nights spent alone in New York. She let her gaze rush over his torso, following the slashing lines of his body and curving patterns of his tattoos. Her eyes froze on his right side, by the large, looping script that read Alice.
There was a new line of script – a smaller one. It hadn’t been there before; she’d memorized his tattoos already. Besides, it was obviously fresh – the ink was a stark black, and the letters were a little raised, the skin red around the edges. Her fingers tingled with the urge to reach out and run her hand down his side, to explore the new feature on his skin. But she didn’t dare – it was clearly still healing.
When Jed wrapped his arms around her, reclined on the bed and eased her on top of him, everything else – even his new tattoo – faded from her mind. Straddling his hips, with a knee on either side of him, her pussy was pressed firmly against the hard shaft of his dick.
“Thought this would be an easy way to make sure we’re gentle on your new tattoo.” He flexed his hips a little, creating a hint of friction between his erection and her slick folds.
She gasped. Easy on her tattoo, maybe, but not the rest of her – her channel was already drawing a little tighter in anticipation. They’d never made love like this. There were a lot of things they hadn’t done, really, but it felt natural to rise a little on her knees, allowing him space to slip his hand between their bodies and guide the tip of his cock to her pussy.
He slid inside her in an easy stroke that made her gasp. His motion was smooth, but days of going without his presence inside her had left her tight and aching. Before she could so much as inhale, he pressed his fingertips to her clit, picking up where he’d left off minutes ago as he rocked into her from below.
She managed to breathe – hard – and rolled her hips too, making an effort to complement his movements as everything inside her drew so taut that it felt like she might shatter into a million little pieces.
She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders before she came, holding him hard as the first wave of her climax rushed through her, all heat and tension. He thrust deep into her, each stroke deliberate as he moaned. The sound was a lot like the ones she was making, only deeper.
Coming with him so hard inside her, thick and unyielding in the center of her tightened core, was a feeling that sent pleasure radiating all the way to the tips of her fingers and curling toes. It was most intense in her middle, where it made her pussy shrink and pulse around the base of his shaft. She moved her hips, pushing back and sending him even deeper as she fought for breath.
His thighs were hard as rocks against hers, as firm as the rest of him as he rocked her, making the bed shake as she balanced on top of him, riding out the tail-end of her climax. By the time the contractions had ebbed and the searing bliss had faded, she was breathless and could feel the heat of a full-body blush warming her from head to toe.
He moved his hand from between her thighs to her hip, gripping her there as he continued to push into her hard enough to make the mattress tremble. The vibrations raced up her spine and through her body, defying her to remain still. Still bracing herself against his chest, she held on a little tighter as he groaned, each stroke so deep-reaching that little tremors raced through her core again, like aftershock.
The position made it easy to watch his face. With his head tipped back against the pillow, his hair was as mussed as relatively short hair could be, dark and a little wild around his temples. His eyes were tightly closed, the lashes black against his skin, and his lips still appeared swollen from when they’d kissed. When her name rushed over them, another one of those small internal shivers struck her, drawing her pussy tight again around his cock.
He was still breathing hard when he stopped, and the sound of his breath reminded her of him saying her name. Hearing that always made her glow a little inside.