“You like?” I ask, twirling a lock of hair around my finger while biting my lower lip.
“Yes,” he replies, his voice strangled and high. He clears his throat as he removes his cufflinks, setting them on the nightstand. “I don’t even know how to explain what I’m thinking. You look … Jesus, Aud. You’re my wet dream, come to life.”
I preen at his words, and he smiles. I guess he was correct, that words of affirmation really are my love language. After going so long with virtually no positive encouragement or unconditional love from my parents, I crave it. And I love that Jamie recognizes that, and gives it to me selflessly.
I take a step into the bedroom, then hesitate. I’d only thought as far as putting on the lingerie, not about what I should do next. Jamie’s smile widens as he beckons me forward with a slow crook of his finger. As I glide toward him, he stares at me unabashedly, his gaze sending heat across my skin. Eyes nowhooded, he takes his time, lasciviously devouring me with his gaze. “I should take my time with you, Doc. Taste every decadent inch of your skin. Take you to the edge again and again, until you’re trembling with so much need you can’t do anything but beg me to let you come. But, truth be told, I’m so fucking desperate to be inside you that I don’t think I can wait. And I know once I’m inside you, I’ll come in a minute or two because you look likethatand my willpower is dangling by the tiniest string.”
“I can’t wait either,” I gush. “I’ve missed you too much.”
“Thank fuck,” he mutters, grabbing my hand and yanking me against his body. His lips cover mine in a desperate kiss, and I moan into his mouth. His hand finds my hair, grabbing a handful, and manhandles me into the position he wants so he can deepen the kiss. His velvety smooth tongue glides over mine perfectly as his other hand grabs a handful of my ass. He groans deeply, kneading me, then reaches between my cheeks to rub against the tiny scrap of fabric covering my pussy. I gasp at the exquisite friction, but before I can circle my hips to gain traction, he removes his hand. I don’t have time to complain before he drops to his knees, throws one leg over a shoulder, and attacks my pussy with a vengeance. I let out a loud, guttural moan as pleasure fills my veins. The friction of his finger is nothing compared to his tongue, but I need more.
“Rip them off,” I moan.
“My pleasure.” I feel a tiny sting against my skin as he rips the fabric from my core, but then his mouth soothes the pain away. I latch both hands in his hair as I hold on for balance.
Almost every time Jamie has gone down on me, he’s meandered around. He’d switch things up so I never knew the pattern, building me up so perfectly that when I finally shattered, it was mind-blowing. Tonight, his need is outweighing his quest for orgasm control, and I love that I’mresponsible for his desire. He suctions onto my clit, flicking it quickly with his tongue, then slides two fingers inside to hit my G-spot. My orgasm hits out of nowhere, robbing me of the ability to breathe as the wave of pleasure overtakes me. I’m barely done before Jamie stands, manhandles me against the wall, rips open his pants, and buries himself inside me. “Fuck, yes. Fuck. Give me your eyes, Doc.”
So overcome with sensation I didn’t realize I’d closed them, I open my eyes to find Jamie staring intensely at me. I can barely focus, but manage to lift a leg higher to give him more room to work. He immediately grabs my other leg, wrapping both around his waist, then intertwines our fingers together on one hand, placing them above our heads. His movement is slow. Measured. Calculated and ridiculously erotic. “I love you so fucking much, Audrey.”
“I love you too,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes as I recognize how poignant this moment truly is. He’s making love to me. We’re connecting on a different level that I haven’t experienced before, and I hope he hasn’t either. “Jamie …”
“I know,” he says quietly. “Me too.”
His gaze doesn’t waver as he builds me back up. The world falls away until it’s only the two of us, connected in this perfect way.
“Promise me,” he whispers, his voice deep and husky with lust. “Promise me this is it. You and me. Always, Doc.”
“Always,” I repeat. He leans in to kiss me, and I wrap my arm tightly around his neck. He slides his free hand between our bodies to find my clit, and my core clenches around him. One pinch and my back arches off the wall. My orgasm triggers his, and he roars his release as he shudders against me. We stay against the wall as we catch our breaths.
“I can’t feel one foot,” he mumbles, dropping his head to my shoulder and nuzzling against my neck.
I snort. “If you let go of me, I’ll get down.”
“No.”
“I don’t have any sympathy for your foot.”
“I wasn’t asking for sympathy. I was stating a fact. I can’t feel one foot. Do I regret what caused it? Nope. Was it worth it? Fuck yes.”
Laughter gurgles out of my throat. “Your feet are more important than any part of my body, Jamie. Put me down.”
His head pops up. “That’s actually wrong.”
I raise an eyebrow, disbelief evident on my face. “Seriously? How are you going to tell me that? You must make ten million a year. Clearly that means your body parts are worth more than mine.”
“Technically that’s not what you said. And I make forty million a year.”
“Forty?” I yell, making him laugh.
“I love that you have no idea how much money I have.”
“Well, I had no idea you’re a billionaire. But what do you mean about the technicality?”
“You said my feet are more important than any of your body parts. Not worth. Importance.”
“Same thing,” I huff.
He shakes his head with a grin. “Not even close. Your heart is priceless. My feet are nothing compared to that.”
