“Actually, I am. But I just went on it a few weeks ago, and my doctor said you need to be on it for a full cycle before it becomes fully effective.”
Jagger’s brows drew down. “What made you go on it?”
“I was planning on taking care of my problem. Funny enough, that’s why I joined that dating app and originally met you. I was determined to have sex and get it over with before Brendan’s wedding.”
He slid open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms. I counted six dangling and raised a brow. “Big plans?”
He shook his head. “You have no fucking idea, sweetheart.”
The blood flowing to my clit had ebbed, but it all suddenly rushed back upon hearing Jagger sound as desperate as I felt. He strolled over and bent to one knee. My pulse kicked up as he lifted my foot and unbuckled my sandal, slipping it off. Placing a sweet kiss on my ankle, he set my leg back down and did the same to the other.God, he’s so damn sexy.
Jagger held out a hand, and when I placed mine in his, he used it to help me up. Leaning down, he kissed my lips with the same gentle touch he’d been using since we’d decided to come upstairs. It was difficult to believe that this was the same man who’d been yanking my head around andfucking my facenot too long ago. That had felt right, but somehow this moment felt right, too. Left to my own devices, I would’ve gotten having sex over with—a simplewham, bam, thank you, ma’amand goodbye virginity. I even would’ve let Jagger use the same gruff tactics he’d employed a little while ago. But I was thankful he was so thoughtful in considering what would be best for me.
He cupped my cheeks with his hands and brought his mouth down to meet mine. The kiss was languid and sensual, and the sound of the ocean drowned out everything but the moment. Even though Jagger was taking things slow, his lips were still demanding against mine. He started to unbutton my top and kissed his way down my jaw, nibbling a path over my chin, and sucking along my neck. It felt so incredibly good, I was on the verge of tears. But then Jagger nipped at my collarbone and made me gasp.
When I looked down, he winked. “I said I’d hold back from topping you, but making love doesn’t have to be all soft.”
He slipped my shirt from my shoulders, tossing it on the floor. I was thankful I’d packed a pretty bra and underwear set. The petal pink demi bra I had on made my B-plus cups look like full Cs that were anxious to spill over. Jagger continued kissing my shoulders, my arms, and the top of my chest as he worked slowly to remove my shorts.
When I stood in nothing but my bra and underwear, he stepped back, drinking me in from head to toe. “You’re exquisite.”
I flushed. “Thank you.”
He knelt in front of me and slowly worked my panties from my hips, then stood and guided me to turn around. I probably should’ve been concerned that he unhooked my bra faster than I could’ve, but there would be plenty of time to overanalyze every moment tomorrow.
“Sit,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, and Jagger again dropped to his knees. I wasn’t generally self-conscious about my body, but when he nudged my legs open wide enough that the outer parts of my thighs were touching the mattress, I grew a little shy.
“You’re so pink and perfect.” He stroked his thumb over my clit, and I shivered.
“And so responsive. I’m surprised you’ve never been able to orgasm with a man.”
“I’m starting to think I’ve never been with a man, only boys.”
Jagger smiled. He slid his thumb down my slick center and gently pushed it inside me.
My eyes fluttered closed.
He massaged along my tender walls with slow, expert skill until he elicited a mewl from me. Then he pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers, leaving his thumb to stroke over my clit. I was already on edge, but when he leaned down and buried his face in my wetness, I throbbed from head to toe.
Jagger knew what he was doing. Again I had to tamp down thoughts ofwhyhe was so good at giving oral and focus on the pleasure I felt and how much he seemed to pay attention to my needs. When my breaths grew short and shallow, he flicked my clit with his tongue, making me clench hard with need. I dug my fingers into his hair and shamelessly ground against him.
Oh my God.
I’m going to come.
From a man.
Not from my own doing.
The pressure built and built. I felt like a tightly wound top about to spin out of control.
“Jagger…I’m going to…”
His fingers pumped in and out faster. The proof of my excitement was evident in the sounds of my wetness growing louder and louder. He sucked hard on my clit, and I exploded—fireworks-lighting-up-the-skyexploded. My body trembled, and I moaned my way through the most intense orgasm of my life—and my first with a man.
As I came down on the other side of it, Jagger kept lapping at me, drawing every last spasm from my body. After, it was all I could do to stay upright. My bones felt like they’d liquified from the heat.
