Six of Hearts(81)
“Make love to me,” I whisper. Emotion catches in my throat. “I want you inside me.”
He pulls back to look me in the eye, and I’d swear he’s trying to see right into my soul. “Once we do this, you’re mine. There’s no going back.”
“I’m yours,” I tell him fervently before reaching down and pressing my hand to the erection straining against his jeans. He shudders. I go for his fly, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. All the while he’s just breathing over me, holding still, on the verge of losing control.
I want him to lose control.
Sliding my hand inside his jeans, I’m greeted with the feel of his hot, hard, silky flesh, and I moan. I move my hand up and down, relishing how big he is and how he groans appreciatively when I touch him. He grips the elastic of my underwear on either side of my hips and yanks it down so hard I think I hear a tear. My shoes got lost somewhere along the way, because my knickers glide easily over my bare feet before he throws them onto the floor. His cock presses against my sex, and I shiver. Skin to skin.
“Fuck,” he mutters, biting his lip. He holds his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down my wetness, teasing at my entrance.
“What?” I ask, breathless.
“Forgot to bring Johnnies.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll just eat you out,” he suggests, already moving down my body, but I grab his shoulders.
“No. It’s okay. I mean, I don’t have anything. You don’t have to worry about that. And I’ve been on the pill since I was a teenager.”
“Jesus, don’t offer me something like that, darlin’. I might just take it,” he says, eyes not leaving mine.
“Please, take it, Jay.”
One eyebrow rises. “You trust me that much?”
I nod. “You’re clean, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then I trust you.”
“Fucking hell.”
He pushes the rest of my dress up and over my head, then makes short work of getting rid of my bra. His eyes feast on my naked breasts as he moves his head down to suck each nipple into his mouth. “Hey, girls,” he says, talking to my boobs with a wicked grin curving his lips. “Missed ya.”
Oh, God.
I didn’t think a man talking to my breasts could be such a turn-on, but when Jay does, it really, really is. He lavishes them with attention for a long time, so long that I’m on the verge of begging him to fuck me. He slips off his jeans and boxer shorts, then pulls his shirt off over his head. His expression is serious when he looks back at me. His hand goes between my legs, a couple of his fingers slipping inside me. I arch my back at the pleasant invasion.
“Jesus.”
I bite my lip. “Is there something wrong?”
“You’re so wet, and fuck, you feel incredible.”
My skin breaks out in goose bumps when I see the dark look in his gaze.
“Tell me the truth. Has a man ever made you come before me?”
It’s ridiculous, given that I’m naked beneath him, but I blush. He stares at me. “Ah, there it is. I was the first. I fucking love that.”
He pulls his fingers out, making me feel empty. It only lasts a second before he positions himself, locks eyes with me, and then slowly pushes in. It’s nothing like having his hand there. He’s so much bigger, thicker, my walls clenching tight around him. His hands cup my face as he fills me up, and then when he’s completely inside me, he goes still.
“Fuck.” He stares at me for a long time. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.”
And those are the most beautiful words that have ever been said to me. I feel like I might cry. Too many emotions are building up in my chest. The way Jay’s looking at me makes me feel like what’s happening right now is so much bigger than I can possibly know. There’s worship in his every movement, every touch. I’d thought I was just an attraction to him. I’d thought he just liked my body. But that can’t be all there is. This feels like coming home, and my brain can’t comprehend why.
He rocks his hips once and I shudder, pleasure ripping through me with the movement. He does it again, and I grip his upper arm tightly.
“That feel good?”
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
He moves his hips again, this time faster and more than once. He rocks in and out, his breaths quickening, the two of us growing frenzied.
“Jason,” I moan.
His thumb brushes my lips. “Love hearing you say my name, especially when my cock’s inside you.”
I get lost in his eyes, in the feel of him. Music and party noises drift in from outside, but I barely notice. In here there’s just us, and it makes my heart hurt. I need some reassurance that he isn’t going to disappear into thin air like when he’s on stage. This feels too good to last.