“One thing you need to know, Kelsey”—he kisses my cheek—“is that I’ll always let you come. If you trust me with your body, you’ll always come.” Then he presses his thumb to my clit.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Please, please don’t pull away.”
The buildup.
The pressure.
The numbness in my body since he started this is fluctuating in waves. Consuming me, then fading, consuming me more, then fading less, and now consuming me so much that I’m so close, so freaking close...
“I’m... I’m going...”
“Not yet.” He moves his hand and I cry out in frustration.
“Jonah... please.” Tears spring to my eyes and he twists my chin to find my lips. He parts them and open-mouth kisses me as he once again presses two fingers to my clit and rubs it over and over again. I’m so high on the feeling of him, so over-the-top turned on that I feel my body float into a euphoric state.
“I fucking love it when you say my name,” he murmurs against my lips. Removing his mouth, he grips my jaw and whispers into my ear, “You may come.”
His fingers fly over my clit, his permission feeling like a wall has been broken. I relax into his touch, into the overwhelming rapture that’s throbbing through my veins.
Pulse after pulse, I’m driven higher and higher until I feel my orgasm crest. Just a few more strokes.
“Please don’t pull away. I’m... oh God, I’m so close.”
“I won’t.” He kisses my neck. “Come, baby.”
His fingers move wildly over my clit, my stomach bottoms out, my legs feel like they’re floating, and with one last pass of his fingers, I’m coming, crying out his name over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me.
“Fuck... yes, Jonah. Oh my God. Oh fuck... oh fuck.” My pelvis flies up and when I think my orgasm is going to fade, it doesn’t. It keeps pulling me in, drawing me into a ball of nothing until tears fall down my cheeks and I fall into a lifeless version of myself, completely and utterly sated.
On a deep breath, he removes his hand, arms, and legs, and then lifts me into a cradled position, holding me close as I rest my face on his chest.
Lovingly, he strokes my hair, pressing gentle kisses to my forehead. Out of nowhere, he pulls a blanket over the two of us and holds me tight.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a soft voice, the demanding, controlling man nowhere to be seen.
“I’m... perfect,” I answer.
I’m aware that I’m naked, in his arms.
I’m also aware that his cock is rigid beneath me.
But when I try to move out of his arms, he doesn’t let me, so instead, I let him cradle me.
“You’re easily the sexiest, most outstandingly gorgeous woman I’ve ever fucking held in my arms. And I’m still in awe you chose me.”
I want to ask how he could be so blind. I want to tell him it was him all along, but I can’t, because I know it took me a second to realize how I feel about him. But now that I know, I can’t possibly ever see myself with anyone else.
“I’m so connected to you, JP. And I don’t want to scare you, but... I really like you, and I know deep down to my very core, that you have the potential to absolutely destroy me. There would be no recovering.”
“I’ll never hurt you.” He kisses my head. “Never, baby.”
* * *
The slidingglass door shuts and Lottie spins to me. With desperate eyes, she whispers, “Tell me everything.”
Last night, after JP finally let me come, we spent the rest of the evening holding hands, talking, and casually organizing his kitchen. He kissed me every chance he got, and I swooned with every glance, every whispered word he said to me.
I left his place feeling 100 percent smitten.
