“Actually, I don’t know why.”
“It has to be here so that we can obliterate him from your consciousness just like you wanted the night I met you. When you sleep in this bed from now on, all you’re going to remember is how I made you scream my name.”
Oh, my fucking god.
“Now strip.”
Twenty-Five
ADRIENNE
I finish steppingout of my jeans and stand completely naked before him, totally nervous.
“You’re gorgeous, Adrienne. Damn, I’m lucky. Now, for obvious reasons, you’re going to have to help me get my clothes off, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good, let’s start with the shirt since that will be the hardest.”
I obviously know how to take off a person’s clothing when they’re injured. I’m a doctor. But Jason likes to control things, almost in the way a conductor leads an orchestra through a beautiful symphony.
I carefully help slide his arm out of the sling and out of his t-shirt. Then we put his arm back in the sling. This is the first time I notice the ink on his back. It’s unique and so sexy. It’s a colorful landscape with a plane taking flight. There must be some sort of meaning behind it. It looks like it took days to complete.
“Now the jeans.”
Undressing someone before sex is a very intimate act that I’ve only seen in movies. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but it’s not as uncomfortable as I thought it would make me feel. It’s actually very sexy. I unfasten Jason’s jeans to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs covering a large bulge inside.
Jason sits in the middle of the bed against the headboard and taps his thigh.
“Come sit on your knees in front of my face.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Front and center.”
I close my eyes, embarrassed at the position I’m in but needy just the same. He speaks to me with his face dangerously close to my core and his hand stroking my thigh.
“We’re still good, right Adrienne? Because I can stop at any point if you’re uncomfortable.”
Stop? Hell, no.
“Uh-uh, I’m good.”
“That’s excellent to hear because I’m about to taste you again, which means you’re going to come again. And when you do this time, remember to say the name of the man giving you all this pleasure. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He grabs one of my ass cheeks with his hand and pulls me close to his face. He starts slowly by licking just the tip of my clit with his tongue and it drives just about bad-shit crazy. It’s like my body has a mind of its own as I grind myself into his face.
He loves my reaction and starts chuckling. The rumble of his laughter vibrates against my core and makes me needier than I already was. He lightly pats my ass cheeks with alternating slaps as he continues to lick my pussy.
My moans turn almost to sobs and I slide my hands around head, wanting him to dive even deeper inside me if that’s possible. He’s eating me out more aggressively now. Sucking and pulling at my clit and smacking my butt so hard that I bet the neighbors can even hear me.
It feels exquisite.
It feels life changing.
