"Less talking and less clothes."
"Yes, ma'am."
My fingers hesitated on the waistband of my pants. I wasn't really showing yet. It was more of an extra roundness to my belly, but I felt a little self-conscious.
At least until J.J.'s hands slid around my waist right before he kissed me. He was naked except for a pair of boxer briefs. Very brief boxer briefs.
As he kissed me, I shoved the elastic waist of my pants down my thighs until I could kick them the rest of the way off.
Though we were both now in our underwear and he was kissing me as though he couldn't stop, J.J. didn't make any moves to remove the rest of my clothes. He just kept kissing me as if we had all night.
And maybe we did, but the last few months suddenly seemed as long as years and I needed him now, not later.
My hands were gripping his shoulders but I stroked them down his back to the waistband of his briefs, my fingers dipping just below the elastic. I slid my hands outward to each side of his hips and pulled at the material.
J.J. lifted his head and we were both breathing hard when he asked, "In a hurry?"
"Absolutely."
"We have time," he commented, his mouth lowering to my neck and then my collarbone.
"I know but I don't care."
He chuckled against my throat and I shivered. My nipples hardened at the vibration of his laugh against my flesh.
I pulled harder and his underwear fell to his ankles, leaving him completely naked. J.J. laughed again, but his hands moved from my waist to the hooks of my bra and he released them.
As I shrugged the garment off, he mirrored my earlier actions and pushed my panties down my legs until they hit the floor.
When he pulled me closer so our bare skin touched, I shuddered.
I rose up on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head down so I could kiss him.
Breathless, I broke the kiss and tugged J.J. toward the bed. "Hurry."
He laughed as I pushed him backward on the mattress. He fell onto the bed, pulling me with him.
I was laughing, too, as I crawled up his body.
I dropped my head and ran my tongue up the length of his erection. His laugh turned into a groan.
"Oh, God, Lee. You have to stop."
I ignored him for a few moments. During our first and only night together, I hadn't touched him the way I wanted to. There were things I wanted to do, to experience, and there just hadn't been time for all of it.
I took him in my mouth and sucked.
"Okay, that's enough," he said, pulling me up so that I straddled him.
"But I wanted—"
"I know. Maybe later when I'm not already so damn close. You can take as long as you want."
"But what if I don't want to take a long time," I teased.
J.J. kissed me, still smiling. "Then you don't have to take a long time. No one's gonna force you. I might beg but that's different."
As we kissed, his hands cupped my breasts. His touch was gentle, almost delicate.
