“What? I mean, that’s fair, right?”
“True, but how about you go first? You top.”
I blinked, then blinked again. “You sure? I don’t want to mess up.”
“You won’t.”
“Your confidence in me helps, but—”
“But nothing. I’m pretty sure sex comes naturally for most everyone. It’s one of those genetic instinct things. You won’t mess up, Princess.”
“Can we, uh, maybe take it slow? Would you mind? I’m, uh …”
“Nervous?”
I growled and teasingly bit his neck. “I like to think of it as concerned.”
Jack patted my cheek and winked. “We go at whatever pace feels right.”
“Okay. Fine.” I thought about it, really pictured myself plowing into Jack’s ass as I had many times during my solo sessions, and nodded. “Yeah, I can do this.”
“That’s the spirit.” He chuckled.
“I have one condition, though, if I go first.”
Jack raised a brow. “What’s that?”
While he focused on my face, trying to figure out my stipulation, no doubt, I used the distraction to flip him over and settled across his back, holding him down with my weight to hiss in his ear.
“I’m gonna eat your ass out first.”
“Ohfuck.”Jackshivered.
He didn’t protest or fight me when I knelt between his open legs or when I guided his hips until he was on his knees. I kept a firm grip on him, hoping he couldn’t tell how badly my hands shook with anticipation and a little stress over doing this.
Fingering and rimming had become life goals when I got my head wrapped around fucking with Jack. Even with how much I wanted to do this, how much I played it out in my mind, my heart pounded so hard and fast, it was all I could hear. That and my choppy breaths.
But this wasn’t just fucking around. This was special. Jack was special. I wanted this moment, all of our moments, to be the best, top-tier, incomparable. That was why I was so damned nervous.
I skimmed the back of Jack’s muscular thighs with my hands before I settled them over his pale cheeks. As I had in the bathroom, I pulled them gently apart to reveal my prize. He wasn’t waxed here as the men in porn were. His pucker tightened as I stared, but he didn’t say a word. His heavy breathsmade his back expand with each one, but he stayed patient as I looked my fill.
My eagerness overwhelmed me, and I dug my fingertips into his skin, easily marking the ivory color with red.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I muttered as I leaned closer and kissed the inner edge of his crease. “Being inside you. Touchin’ every part of you with every part of me.”
Sliding my nose along him, I inhaled deeply. He smelled of soap and heat and Jack. I licked my lips and swallowed down the taste of him in the air.
“I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else,” I said and peppered his skin with tiny kisses. “You make me feel safe when so much else doesn’t.” His ass was like a truth serum, and it poured out of me. “I don’t want this to be a high school thing.” I huffed a self-deprecating laugh. “I don’t know what’s in my future—the details need work, but I want you in it.”
Jack moved so fast. I sat there frozen, hands hovering in the air as if he were still under them, while he twisted, then cupped the sides of my head with both hands.
“Why did you choosethatmoment to confess how you feel?” He smiled and kissed me lightly. “You know it’s the same for me, right? We aren’t just hooking up. This is more; it’s always been more. This between us was worth the fight.”
“Worth the fight,” I echoed. And what a fight it had been. “I think I’m falling for you, Princess.”
How was a person supposed to know what love was? Was it a setting, or a goal, or a conviction? Did someone say it to make it so? I had no idea. All I knew was that Jack meant more to me than anyone else in this world. I loved my sister and my family, but this thing for Jack was on a level I hardly understood but no longer cared if I did. Consuming and inflaming and influencing passions, but in all the right ways, not the toxic ways. This had to be love, right?
He smiled and tapped his forehead against mine. “I think I’m falling for you too, Princess.”
