“It’s only been three days,” I point out, still with the teasing lilt in my tone.
Jett flashes me a withering glare.
“Too long when you’re sending me those pictures.”
I give him a contemplative nod. “Fair.”
He crosses the kitchen so quickly, I haven’t stopped nodding before he’s cupping my face in his hands, kissing me as if he’s been starved of me. As if this is the only thing he’s been capable of thinking about for the last three days.
His kiss is more demanding now, fervent and needy. His hands tilt my jaw up to give him more access to my mouth as his tongue sweeps across my bottom lip and slips inside.
The feeling of his tongue rolling against mine makes my knees weak, and I place my hands behind me on the door tosteady myself. I think I’d be happy if Jett was the only man I ever kissed.
Jett sweeps his hands his down the length of my body, and under my ass, gripping my thighs as he lifts me off my feet with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he’s lifting me away from the door, taking me towards the bedroom.
I plant my lips on his cheek, his jaw, the soft spot beneath it, digging my hands into his hair, and then he’s setting me down on the crocheted blanket I have spread out on my bed. He’s standing over me, regarding me from between my legs with a look on his face I can only describe as hunger.
He reaches for the button on my jeans, undoing it with a quick twist of his hand, and not stopping to undo the zipper before he yanks them down over my hips, taking my underwear with them.
I lift my sweater off, Jett watching me in rapt attention, and I thank my past self for putting on the black lace bra today. I had done it with the intention of sending him another risqué photo, but this is even better. Because the expression on his face seeing it in person? I never knew that I could be addicted to a single look.
He lifts his own shirt off over his head, and my eyes rake over all the ridges and hard lines of his pecks, his abs.Oh god.He even has those lines on his abs that disappear below his belt, forming an invisible V.
I should feel insecure—my boobs are so small they’re almost flat—but there’s nothing judgemental on Jett’s face. No, he’s looking at me with pure admiration.
“Show me what you’ve been learning while I’ve beenaway,” he says, and I think he wants me to touch myself for him.
From where he’s standing, my pussy is fully bared to him, and he has an unobstructed view. So, I slide my hand down between my thighs and start to make the circles around my clit I’ve come to enjoy so much. I’m already wet, just Jett’s gaze on me alone making my body yearn for him.
I let myself relax into the moment, massaging my slick sex. My head falls back on the bed, my eyes close, and I hear Jett remove his belt, the soft sound of his pants falling to the floor. When I look back at him, his length is already hard.
I can almost feel my pupils dilate as my breath hitches. It’s the first time I’ve seen a man like this, and I fear the sight of Jett’s perfect body might ruin me for all others.
He fists his cock, stroking up and down the length of it as he rolls on a condom, but his eyes are fixed on my face, not what my hands are doing.
“Are you sure about this?” He asks me, and I appreciate that he cares enough to double check. It’s a big moment, and for so long I’ve wanted it to be right, to be with just the right person… I never predicted that person would be Jett, but now? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I nod, chewing on the inside of my bottom lip.
Maybe I should be more nervous about this. Maybe I should have gasped at the size of Jett’s dick and worried more about the logistics of… this. But instead of fluttering nerves in my gut there’s just calm. Because all the ways that Jett has cared for me over the past few weeks, lets me know he’ll take care of me now, too.
Jett removes my hands and places them on the bed as he leans over me, resting his forehead against mine.
“You’ll tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” he says it as a statement rather than a question, because I will. At this point, there’s nothing I wouldn’t be comfortable telling him. But I nod again to reassure him.
He keeps his face close to mine, his gaze roaming over my features as he guides his cock to nudge at my entrance. My mouth opens in surprise, as his tip pushes into me, the sensation new and foreign, but fuckingincredible.
But Jett notices my expression and stops. He’s watching for my reaction, his deep brown eyes darting between mine to gauge how I’m feeling about this, and I give him a soft smile to let him know it’s okay. It’s better than okay.
I’ve been ready for this moment for a long time, and now that it’s happening, I don’t know how I ever waited so long. Still, the way Jett is looking at me, I would have waited a lot longer if I knew it would be like this. If it would be with him.
He slides in further, and the slow way he stretches me creates a delicious friction against my walls. I let out a moan as he eases into me until he’s fully seated inside. And then he slides back out, not fully, but the sensation of him moving in me causes me to see stars.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he rasps.
I don’t know what to say in these circumstances.You too? Right back at ya?
But before I can say anything, Jett thrusts into me again, and my mind clears of all thought, of all language.
