Baring myself in front of him should set my stomach ablaze with nervous fluttering, but Jack’s look of want over my body incinerates any self-conscious feelings I have. He lays me down, putting the vibrator in my hand. For what reason, I haven’t quite figured out.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He grips my breast, and a captivating heat explodes out of my chest. Want pools between my thighs. “Aulie, I need my mouth here. Is that okay?”
I nod because what am I supposed to say if Jackneedshis mouth there?
He palms my left breast with one hand, bringing his mouth to my right. His tongue caresses my nipple, already hard just from his touch. His tongue lashes against it, and I gasp with surprise at the sensation that pulses between my thighs with every pass.
“Use the vibrator when you’re ready. It’ll be torture not to touch you there; you have no idea, but you deserve to give yourself your first orgasm. I’m just here to do whatever it is you need. Boss me around, Aulie. Tell me what you want.”
“I uhm—I fuck—can you bite me there?” I ask, need holding my body hostage.
Slowly, Jack trails a finger around my nipple and then brings his mouth hot against it, grazing it with his teeth. “Whatever you want. I’m yours,” he says, continue to whisper incantations over my body. “I’m telling you now, Aulie, you can have your first, but I want to be responsible for your second, third, and so on. Forever. Tomorrow, I want you laid out on this bed begging for me like I’m the only key to your relief.”
“Oh fuck—” I press the on switch to the vibrator. The tiny, hand held mechanism buzzes in my hand. It has a circle at the top that looks like it pulls in air, but I’m not sure what to do with it.
“That’s it. Slide it under your pants,” he rasps.
“I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Do you want me to show you?”
“Yes, please.”
Slowly, Jack peels off my pants and takes my hand. He slides my finger over my seam, already slick and sensitive. I jolt.
“See there?” He rubs my finger against my bud.
“Mhm.”
“Does it feel good when I touch you there?” he asks, on a tortured, shallow, intake of air.
“God, yes.”
“Fuck. You feel so good. I don’t want to stop.” His eyes shutter closed like the thought of pulling away physically hurts.
“Then don’t.”
He circles my sensitive area again with our fingers. His eyes grow heavy with want, and I relish the effort he’s putting in to stay composed. “No, not today.” He exhales. “Put your toy there, slowly, and find your rhythm.”
His hand falls to the swell of my hips. I bring the vibrator over my clit and hiss at the intensity.
“Go slow,” he says, pressing kisses into my stomach. The muscles in my abdomen contract. A moan escapes my lips as Jack nips my navel.
I move the vibrator around my clit in slow, methodical circles.
Something long and hard presses against my thigh and I gasp, clutching the sheets with my free hand.
“Do you like how hard I am for you, Aulie?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“God, I want you so bad.” He returns his mouth to my nipples, sucking on the left one. “You’re so perfect. So gorgeous.”
Want coils deep in my bones and my blood. My nerve endings lick alive with a blaze that incinerates anything negative inside. The tensions grows unbearable, pulling tighter, tighter, tighter. My toes curl, my back arches, and in a flash of ecstasy the tension releases as a loud cry passes between my lips, and Jack captures it with his mouth.
As I catch my breath, Jack trails his finger down my sternum, tracing my center with his finger as aftershocks send ripples of pleasure through my body. “How do you feel?”
“Really fucking good.” I shiver in the bed, the sheets a crumpled mess. My pants are hanging around my ankles, and my shirt is laying to the right of my head. Euphoria floods my veins, like sunbursts flaring incandescently in the sky. “But now it’s your turn.” I reach for him, and his eyes widen.
