She ran her hands up his chest, effectively trapped by his body, thrilled as his shoulders flexed under her touch. Sliding a knee under her thigh he nudged her legs apart, lowering himself against her with a rumbled groan. His eyes took her in, eyelids lazy and hooded, his intentions clear as he dipped down and grazed his lips over her jaw.
“I’m not,” she replied. “I like it dirty.”
With that, he pressed himself against her, his mouth finding hers. She unfolded around him, nestling him farther into her core, conscious of how delicious it was to have his weight solidly on top of her.
Jake’s hand moved under her shirt and she arched into him, the smooth slide of his hand rippling across her nerve endings. As she tugged her shirt over her head, another soft growl met her ears as he lowered his lips to her chest, leaving hot trails wherever he kissed. He moved over her skin slowly, kissing and touching, pulling goose bumps and anticipation into the air.
He was teasing her. She wanted him now, hard and fast. The wait on the drive home had been bad enough, and the slow and soft was going to make her lose her mind. She didn’t like waiting.
“Are all city boys so slow on the draw?” she teased. A soft laugh was the only response she got as he pushed the cup of her bra down and worked a nipple loose, his tongue circling it.
“Yes, that,” she breathed, and reached behind her, unhooking the clasp of her bra, wishing she’d worn a nicer one. Comfort had dictated her underwear choices since her breakup, and her slightly frayed T-shirt bra felt a bit embarrassing.
Not that he noticed, since he’d zeroed in on other things.
“A good meal should be lingered over,” he murmured as he looked up at her. She laughed at that and pulled on his shirt, which he yanked over his head. She immediately palmed the solid planes of his shoulders, happy to finally see them and touch them. Yes, they were definitely her favorite. Well, depending on how the rest of him looked naked, of course.
He kissed his way down her body, sucking along her stomach, hands caressing her legs, pulling them up and around him, gentle squeezes as his fingers dug into her thigh muscles. It was maddening, this slowness, and she wondered why he wasn’t just getting on with it. Most guys would have her naked and bent over by now, and she squirmed impatiently.
“Jake, Jesus!” She hissed as he hit a ticklish spot, and his lips curved in a smile against her skin. He paused when she spoke, then kept right on going.
He popped the button on her jeans and yanked them clean off, underwear, socks, and all in one fluid motion. All thoughts left her head with the slight pinch of his teeth grazing over the point of her hip, his tongue soothing right after.
He deftly lifted one leg out and up, exhaled over her center, and looked up at her.
“You still good?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Yes,” she managed, her entire body sparking with the need for his touch, her hand sliding down to his hair, threading in as his cheek rasped against her inner thigh.
She wanted him to touch her, but before she could urge him on, his mouth traveled downward, stilling her breath in her throat. His tongue circled her center, and he dove in, mouth and fingers sliding over her exactly the way she wanted.
Oh my god, that felt amazing.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, and she lifted herself to him as a response, greedy for more, his mouth against her erasing all angst about how much time he was taking. His fingers filled her, stretching her, and she shook from the quick buildup as he curled them inside of her, his tongue still circling on her clit.
She was going to come, and come hard, which was straining every nerve in her body. It had been too long.
“Yes!” she breathed, bucking into his hand. “Fuck, yes, more.”
Ahmmrumbled from him and he licked back up her stomach to her chest, then all the way up her neck with maddening slowness, denying her the release, frustrating her. Finally, he kissed her and forced her to look him in the eye.
“Not yet,” he growled defiantly, taking her hand and guiding it down to his fingers still pumping in and out of her, sliding their joined fingers over her clit. She moaned and arched, the tension almost too much.
“I like making you wait, but I like watching you too. Such a dilemma,” he murmured, his tone teasing.
She needed him inside of her, she needed a release right fucking now. “Then let me solve it,” she said, shaking his hand off hers and reaching for his belt. She had waited long enough.
* * *
The more she wanted to speed things up, the more he wanted to slow down, enjoying her squirming in anticipation. He’d taken his time on purpose, because he knew the explosion was going to be incredible when she finally gave herself permission to let go. She was ready for him, wet and hot around his fingers, turning him on so much he could barely contain himself when he tasted her. But he wanted to enjoy every second, draw it out and learn her.
Her busy hands pushed his jeans off, and in short order she was stroking him, which felt so damned good he nearly let himself pump into her hand and finish right there. He reached for his jeans tossed to the other side of the bed and pulled his wallet out of the pocket.
“Wait. Condom,” he managed to gasp as she swirled her hand over him and fished it out. He hoped it was still okay; it had been in there a while. He’d put one in there when he and Ashley had finally split, to appease friends. Gordon had told him to “get back on the horse.”
Well, he certainly was now. He peered at it critically. The wrapper wasn’t bent or ripped, so he thanked himself for the foresight.
“Do you need to read the instructions, City Boy?” she teased, and he looked back to see her eyebrow lifted. He bent his head, unable to resist the tight, pink nipple nearest him, and sucked on it, eliciting a beautiful throaty moan from her as she arched her back, her hips meeting his, rubbing against his already rock-hard cock. God, she was responsive, and she had perfect breasts. Just enough to get his hand wrapped around but big enough that if she pushed them together, he could—
