His hands trail the line of my ribs, the dip of my waist, the curve of my ass. I grind my hips against him, rolling them forward in his lap, and he lets out a strained moan into my mouth.
I breathe him in, taking in an inhale through my nose as Jett’s tongue parts my lips. A whimper escapes me now, and it’s like the sound fuels him, stoking the fire burning hot between us.
“I love it when you make that sound,” Jett murmurs when our lips part for a moment.
“You heard me the other night, didn’t you?” I can’t help but let my mouth slide into a flirtatious grin.
“I did.” Jett’s eyes are roaming over my face, making my skin heat wherever they land. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”
“Oh yeah?” I purr, as Jett places his lips on my jaw, kissing in a line down the column of my throat.
“Yeah.” The word vibrates against my skin. “I wished it had been me making you moan like that.”
“Then show me what you’ve got, Jett,” I tease.
With that, he moves me so I’m lying on my back, and positions himself over me, between my legs. His strong arms support his weight, framing me between them.
Jett rises to his knees, and finds the waist band of my leggings, tugging them down around my hips. But before he can expose the cotton thong I have on underneath, he pauses, his expression turning serious.
“We can go slow,” he says. “You can tell me if you’re not comfortable with anything.”
“I will,” I reassure him, and he slides my leggings down around my ankles, never breaking eye contact as his fingers brush against my exposed skin. Next, he removes my socks and the feeling of his hands on my feet sends goosebumps scattering across my skin.
“Sweater off,” he gestures at my thick, turtleneck, and I remove it as instructed, suddenly self-conscious in my plain, nude t-shirt bra and day-of-the-week thong.
Embarrassingly, I am wearing a Monday pair on a Thursday.
Jett doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn’t care. He leans down, and his mouth brushes against the globe ofmy breast. I shiver at his warm breath on my skin as he trails his mouth lower, until he’s nipping at the soft flesh of my thighs.
He looks up at me from between my legs, while his thumb finds my slit through my panties again, a wet spot blooming on the light pink fabric.
“First lesson.” He gives me a devilish grin. “I want you to tell me how you like it.”
My face burns as I sit up on my elbows.
“What?”
“How did you get yourself off the other night? Did you like playing with your clit when you touched yourself?” He asks.
I bite the inside of my bottom lip as I nod.
“Tell me where it feels good, Poppy,”
My heart thuds, a rush of warmth flooding my neck and my face. I’ve never had someone between my legs like this, and a part of me wants to curl up and clamp my legs shut. But Jett peers up at me with his deep brown eyes—those eyes that have the ability to set me ablaze and make me feel safe all at once.
I watch in rapt attention as Jett tugs my thong to the side, baring me to him, my pussy already has a slick sheen. He slides his mouth over my seam, parting it with his tongue. He licks up one side.
“There?”
I shake my head, even though my body instantly responds to his tongue, my wetness visible on his mouth.
He licks me again, swiping up the other side now.
“What about there?” He’s teasing me, toying with me. “Use your words, Pops.”
The only noise I can make comes out as a strangled whimper. His eyes flick down to my pussy, practically pulsing with need.
“What about…here?” He uses his tongue to draw a line up my centre, circling it around the spot that made me squirm and whimper and feelsogood.
