His hand moved inside her jeans, turning and cupping her heat. One finger slid between her dewy lips, found her opening and jammed inside.
A harsh moan escaped. Not in pain. Never that.
More like a deep need that was dying to be unleashed.
She stayed still, letting him finger her, her legs wide around his thighs, her knees squeezing him to stay in place, her eyes shut to savor each movement.
“You’re close,” he said. “I can see it on your face, hear it in your breath.”
She nodded her head. She couldn’t speak when he was playing her body.
Then he stopped right when it was getting to the good part.
Withdrew his hand and left her craving for more.
Her eyes flew open to see his grin.
“Why did you do that?”
“I don’t want to waste it on my hand.”
She dropped her eyes to his crotch. He was straining at the denim. “That has to be painful,” she said, reaching for the button and zipper to free him.
“It is,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”
“You’ll just have to see.”
She gripped him in her palm, squeezed a few times making him flinch. Maybe it was harder than she meant to be, but he wasn’t complaining.
No, she was watching his face this time.
Now his eyes were closed, his lips parted as she stroked him, her thumb brushing the liquid at his tip, massaging it in and around making each movement slicker.
There was a delicious thrill in watching your partner inch closer to the edge, unaware they were about to unravel and you were controlling the timing.
Her motion increased, then slowed down. His face hid nothing, his eyes finally opening to gaze at her, as if he knew she was staring as he had been to her.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Very much,” she said. His tongue came out to wet his lower lip, his hips moved up into her hand urging her to increase her speed.
But she stopped.
Pulled her hand away and sat back.
“Let me guess,” he said. “Not going to waste it in your hand.”
She pointed her finger at the condom. “You’re a smart one.” She climbed off his lap, unfastened and discarded her jeans and underwear, then climbed back on him and sat down fast.
She needed a moment for her body to adjust, but secretly she loved to sit and feel all of him inside of her. Touching every wall, every nerve, every muscle.
In the past she never thought of sex as something to take your time doing, but a release at the end.
With Arik, it was all about what they felt in the moment.
Another thing she’d never experienced before. Something else she could credit to Arik.
He didn’t just steal her heart, but her inhibitions.
