He brings his mouth down to mine. This kiss is long and slow, Jack deliberately exploring the dips and curves of my lips. He kisses mewith the attention to detail I would expect of an artist, taking everything in, noticing when his movements make me gasp, make me moan. His mouth eventually trails down the curve of my neck. He nibbles along my collarbone, slipping the wide neck of my T-shirt off my shoulder.
I want to rip my shirt off and beg him to move his ministrations lower, but I said slowly and I meant it. Even if my hips seem to involuntarily be rolling against Jack’s thigh, firmly planted in between my legs. My core is aching for touch, for pressure. I’ve never been so turned on by a kiss before, and I want more. I need more.
“Jack,” I gasp when his mouth moves back to my neck, biting me softly before licking the light imprint of his teeth on my skin.
He pulls away, and I get my first good look at his eyes, his pupils black and wide, the green almost as dark. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, any and all words merely an incoherent jumble in my brain.
He puts even more space between us. “I’m sorry, Sade. You asked for slowly, and this is clearly not slowly.”
I grab his hip, pulling him back into my space, intertwining our limbs as close as they can be. “I still want to go slowly, but I also want you to touch me.”
His already stiff cock, pressed up against my belly, hardens noticeably. Jack reaches down to adjust his pants.
I place my hand lightly over his. “Is this okay?”
He nods, removing his hand and setting it on top of mine, guiding my pressure as I stroke his thick length, just a layer of flannel separating us from skin-to-skin contact. But after a second, he picks up my hand, kissing my palm and placing it back on his hip. He brings hismouth back to mine, his lips searing and demanding. “You first,” he mutters into my neck.
“You’ll find I’m never one to argue with that command.” I roll my hips, producing a spine-tingling growl from Jack.
He puts a sliver of space between us. “If it goes too far, just tell me to stop. I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.”
I twist my fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck, bringing his lips to mine. “I know. I trust you, Jack.”
A flash of something, bright like lightning, darts through his eyes. “Sadie.” My name is a breath, a whisper.
I don’t let him continue, pressing my mouth to his almost desperately. His strong arms wrap completely around me, his hands flat on my back, melding us together. He holds me for a minute, tightly, as if he’s worried I’ll push him away. But all I want is him closer. I want him everywhere.
His hands slip under the edge of my shirt, his fingers darting across the expanse of my stomach before they circle around to my back.
Finally, I figure, fuck it. I sit up and tug my stupid shirt over my head, tossing it off to the side of the bed before flopping dramatically back on the pillows.
Jack perches above me, his eyes silently sliding over my bared skin. “You’re beautiful.” He reaches out a single finger, tracing over the curve of my breasts, before placing his palm flat against my stomach. “I know you’ve heard that before, how beautiful you are. Because it’s true.” He lowers his head, placing a single kiss on the flat divot at the center of my chest. “But your heart is the most beautiful thing about you, Sade.”
I swallow back the lump that seems to have jumped right up in mythroat. It’s by far the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me while naked, and I don’t know if I can handle any more of his perfection. “I’m already half-naked, Jack and the Beanstalk, you don’t have to flatter me.”
He trails his mouth to the right, placing kisses over the swell of my breast. “One of these days, I’ll get you to admit you’re a good person.” His tongue flicks out, teasing my nipple, before he takes it fully in his mouth.
My hips buck and I gasp when his teeth graze my sensitive flesh. “Keep doing that and I’ll nominate myself for sainthood.”
He chuckles, the vibrations making me moan. His attentions turn to my other breast while I tangle my fingers in his hair, my other hand clutching his shoulder. My skin burns all over, every inch of my body lit from within. I’m a dam about to burst, so I yank Jack back up, my tongue sweeping into his mouth. The smattering of hair on his chest rubs against my tight nipples, and my hips continue to roll of their own volition.
Jack slides a hand down my belly, his fingers dancing along the edge of my panties. “This still okay?”
“Fuck yes.” I hook my thumbs in the waistband and shimmy out of them, kicking them far and away.
He runs a hand down my thigh. When he lands on my knee, he presses me open, baring me to him. He nips at my jawline. “I’m tempted to tease you, make you beg for me to touch you.”
“There’s plenty of time for that on literally any other night.” I glare at him until he moves his hand, hovering over me until I can feel the heat of his palm.
“I should’ve known you’d be demanding in bed.” He doesn’t let merespond, his lips devouring mine at the same time he paints a single finger over me.
I moan into his mouth and he grunts, his hips thrusting, his hardness caught between us. He strokes me, never moving his lips from mine, until my entire body is tight with tension. When I’m teetering on the edge, he pulls his hand back and I whimper. He swallows the sound, a devilish grin on his unrelenting lips.
When I think I might actually combust, he slides a single finger into me. I have to pull away from his mouth so I can cry out because the torture of it is exquisite. His movements are slow, deliberate, and he hits every single nerve ending in my body, teasing my clit before plunging back inside me, this time with two fingers. And when his mouth lands back on my breast, tonguing and biting my nipple, I explode, tightening around his fingers, my hips thrusting until I come down.
I take his face in my hands, dragging his lips to mine. His fingers continue to tease me, stroking lightly as our mouths melt together. My hand travels down his flat stomach, over the ridges of his lean muscles. I push his pants down just enough so I can wrap my hand around him unimpeded. He’s hot and hard in my palm, and the groan he releases into my mouth almost makes me come again.
