He blushes. “I’m sorry. I want it to feel good for you.”
“It will. It does.” I tilt my head so my hair grazes our joined hands. “Do you want to get really deep?”
His pupils blow wide. “H-how?”
I wriggle my fingers. “Let go for a sec.”
He does so.
“Come closer.”
He does that too.
“Now hook my ankles over your shoulders.”
His eyebrows shoot up, but again he does as I’ve asked. He lifts my legs with tender care so my ankles are over his shoulders, and my arse is raised off the bed, my hole angled towards him.
“Is that comfortable?” he asks.
“It’s not about comfort. It’s about how good it’s going to feel when your cock is buried deep inside my arse. It’ll feel good for you too, I promise.” I lick my lips. “I want you, Jett. Fuck me?”
He whimpers. He lets go of one of my legs and uses his hand to guide his cock into my arse. He could ram it in, but he doesn’t. He sinks into me slowly and gently, barely encountering any resistance.
“You feel amazing.” He breathes out slowly.
“So do you.”
He holds my leg again and, kneeling upright, moves his hips in slow, deliberate movements. He pushes deep, pulls back until the head of his cock is almost free of me, then slides back in again. I’ve been fucked like this plenty of times. It’s normally an invitation for a hard, fast fuck. But not with Jett. He stares into my eyes and takes me slowly. It feels amazing. And the look in his eyes—I can’t describe it, but my chin trembles as he makes love to me.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.” I gasp and whimper as he hits my sweet spot. “You feel so good, Jett.”
“You’re so hot and tight.” The words sound a little stilted.
“I’m hot for you.” I groan. “So fucking hot for you. I want you to make me come. Please.”
I stroke my cock as he picks up the pace a little. His brows twitch together, his face strained.
“I’m going to—” He throws his head back and groans as he comes. He keeps driving his hips back and forth. Each thrust is hard and shallow and nudges against my sweet spot.
A couple of desperate strokes of my cock later, I tip over the edge. I come all over myself, and my arse muscles spasm around his cock.
“Fuck, that was wonderful,” he says. “You were right about that position feeling good for me. It was good for you, wasn’t it?”
“It was great.”
He sets my feet on the bed, pulls out of me, and lies over me. Our chests heave, and our hearts thud in tandem. “You’re amazing.” He peppers kisses over my forehead and cheeks. “And so gorgeous when you come.”
“Right back at you.”
He presses his face to my shoulder. “You’re wonderful.”
I stroke his sweaty back. “So are you.”
I stare at the ceiling. This thing between us has become more than sex, hasn’t it? We have a connection that’s real and tangible. If there weren’t, he wouldn’t have made love to me like that. He wouldn’t have stared into my eyes like that. He wouldn’t take care of me the way he does. He wouldn’t be trying to please me as much as he does. My heart quivers. I adore him. I want him. All of him. Hopefully, one day, he’ll want all of me too.
Chapter15
