I unbutton them slowly, my fingers brushing against her soft skin, sending shivers through both of us. I slip my hand inside, feeling the heat of her, the curls that sit at her apex, and the scorching heat and slick that tells me she’s as turned on as I am. My tongue teases her lips the way my fingers tease her, tracing the edge of her panties, feeling her shiver against me.
She moans into the kiss, her body pressing harder against mine, urging me on. My fingers find her clit and circle it gently. She bucks against me, and a gasp that sounds like a growl or moan escapes her lips. She throws her head back, breaking our kiss momentarily, and I can’t fucking stop drinking her in.
Her breaths come in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she grinds against my hand, seeking more friction. Her slick coats my fingers, her body begging for release. I increase the pressure on her clit, my fingers moving faster, curling inside her, hitting that perfect spot.
“Jake,” she gasps, her voice breathless and desperate. “More. I need more.”
I chuckle, low and satisfied. “You want more, baby? You want me to make you come?”
She nods, her eyes glassy with desire, her lips swollen from our kiss. “Yes, please. Make me come, Jake. Please.”
I increase the intensity, my fingers working her clit in tight, quick circles, my other hand teasing her entrance, sliding in and out with the rhythm of her breaths. I can feel her body coiling, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, her orgasm building.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”
She cries out, her body convulsing as she climaxes, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers, drawing out her orgasm until she’s boneless and sated. Her body trembles with the aftershocks.
As her orgasm subsides, I slowly withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips and tasting her. She watches me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes never leaving mine. I lean down to capture her lips in a soft, gentle kiss, sharing her taste with her.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice low and approving. “You did so well. You’re amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
She smiles, a contented, sated smile, her body still pressed against mine, her heart beating in sync with my own. In this moment, I know that no matter how long we’ve been apart, I will never stop wanting her like this.
For a few heartbeats, we just breathe together, her body still trembling slightly in my arms, my forehead pressed to hers as she comes down from the high.
“I should—” She pulls back, looking around like she’s just realized where we are. Her hands move to smooth down her shirt and button her pants. “I should go.”
She’s moving away faster than I expect, already creating distance between us.
“I should go,” she says again, and this time there’s urgency in her voice. She climbs into her car, fumbling with her keys like she can’t get away fast enough.
“Willa—“ I start, but she’s not looking at me anymore.
I hand her bag over through the open window. “Thanks,” she mumbles, starting the engine immediately.
As she starts to pull away, I step in front of the car—not blocking her, but enough to make her stop. She hits the brakes, and through the windshield, I can see her watching me, waiting.
I walk around to her window.
“Jake, I really need to?—”
“Tomorrow,” I say firmly. “Six o’clock. My turn for a date.”
She stares at me for a long moment. I can’t read everything in her expression, but I see the hesitation, the way she’s trying to decide something.
“Jake…” Her voice is quiet.
“Please, Wills. Let me do this right. Let me show you—” I break off. “Just… tomorrow. Six o’clock. Wear something warm.”
The silence stretches between us, and I hold my breath, waiting for her to say no, to tell me this was a mistake.
But then she nods. Just once.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Okay,” I echo, and the relief that floods through me is almost painful.
She gives me one more look, long and searching, before she rolls up her window.
