Mara squeezed her thigh, feeling her body sink deeper in the bed. She worried for a moment that she was too careless. That maybe he was uncomfortable, maybe he didn’t like his hand feeling around in the dark. But Jay only chuckled when she asked him about it, shaking his head.
“You’re getting distracted,” he told her, resuming his ministrations. “I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable, and you do the same. Communication, okay?”
“Oki foine,” Mara mumbled, but the effect was lost by his fingers finding her clit, and her entire body stiffening, fingernails digging into his arm. Jay laughed, moving his fingers low to catch the moisture she’d released, spreading it around her clit as he swirled in slow circles.
She hardly recognized the sounds she was making—gasps and pleasured moans, huffed breaths. A familiar feeling of heat rose up her body, and the delicious sense of something inside her getting tighter and tighter made her twist in bed. The angle was different, the pressure harder, but she knew this feeling. Liked that she didn’t have to awkwardly angle her hand because her stomach was in the way.
Everything burst suddenly, the tightness peaking and slowly letting her go. She was panting, Jay’s hand pulling back. She lay back in the bed and looked up at him, and he blinked at her. He seemed confused. Why?
“What?” she asked him. “I was done?”
“Were you?” Jay asked.
“Yes…?” she said, uncertainly. His tone was that of genuine surprise and confusion, but it did nothing to make her less confused. “Why?”
“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an ass.” Jay’s nose wrinkled cutely as he tried to come up with a better turn of phrase. Mara had a feeling he was not going to succeed. “But when I’ve been with other people, they usually can barely move after. It’s like the rush of being caught after falling, or something exploding inside you, in a good way.”
Mara frowned. “You’re right. You do sound like an ass.” If she hadn’t been embarrassed before, she was now. And she’d been so confident that she actually knew this part, at least!
“Do you… I mean, could I try something else?” He was being sheepish and polite. What else was there to try? She shrugged. Thiswassupposed to be an experience. “Mara. I need you to say it, please.”
“Okay, you can try your way,” she finally said, sighing like this was a huge imposition for her. But really,ifthere was more to the orgasm than what she had experienced…well. It was an intriguing idea. And Jay was being direct, but kind, and she appreciated that, at least. “Wow me.”
“Okay.” His face brightened, like a puppy given permission to play. He scooted closer so she would naturally turn on her side and encouraged her to hook her left leg around him. Mara felt something hot and…erect low on her back. God, he was hard. She’d made him hard. And knowing she had the power to make Jay Montinola slightly uncomfortable was a little satisfying. Enough to make her feel a little less embarrassed.
Jay encouraged her to open her legs, the hem of her dress pooling on her waist. She was still wet between her legs, and Jay resumed the same ministrations as before. Except his fingers were going lower, deeper inside her. They started to move in earnest—her body against his hand, and his body against hers. She could feel something wet start behind her.
“Jay, you’re…you’re really into this,” she said between gasps of breath. She slid her hand between her legs and drew feathery light circles on her clit as Jay’s fingers made the same motions inside her.
Mara’s entire body shook. The heat rose up inside her again, but it didn’t feel gentle or familiar this time. It demanded her attention, her feeling, and she made a whimpering sound.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
“You’re surprised?” he asked, deliberately pressing deeper into her, a little lower than where he’d been playing with her clit. A place Mara only touched when she really needed her toes to curl, her body to heat up, her heart to race. “You’re sexy as hell, Mara. You tell me what you want, and I want to keep making it happen.”
“I bet,” she said between labored breaths, “you say that to all the girls.” He said nothing in response, but when he stroked her clit in light circles, she gasped sharply and said, “Harder.”
He complied. She told him again, gripping the arm that was exploring her harder, rubbing herself against his cock. Because she wanted him to know, wanted him to feel how good this was for her. Did he like this? Was he having fun yet?
“Hngh!” She stopped herself from moaning, clapping a free hand over her mouth. She needed to keep it down. This was too intimate, too private for anyone else to hear. They were definitely rutting against each other now, and Mara liked the bounce, the resistance, the little leaps of her heart. She was getting tired, but it was the good kind, the kind that made your heart race and gasp, and moan. She wanted to surrender to the twisting, building fire inside, but didn’t know how. Not yet, not yet.
“A man…likes to hear if he’s doing a good job,” Jay told her. She liked that he wasn’t totally unaffected by all this. “It’s just us, baby. Let me hear you.”
Then the heat burst, and Mara’s mouth opened in a shocked gasp. She didn’t recognize the sounds she made—sexy and delighted and tortured at the same time. As if her body was waiting for that release, she came. She came in a way that felt like a burst, a release that she’d been holding back with a tight iron grip. It lasted as long as she needed it to before she came down from her high with little whimpers and laughter because, holyshit, that was fucking hot.Shewas fucking hot.
Outside of that room, beyond that island, universes were born and remade in explosions just like this, and Mara could feel that with certainty as her body shuddered and Jay’s touch slowed. And Mara knew two things for certain. One, that she made the right choice in Jay Montinola. And two, that this felt right because it was with him.
“Okay,” she said, tucking her cheek into the pillow. “Thatwas an orgasm.”
“Good girl.” His voice was husky and slightly pained as he pulled his hand out from between her legs. His fingers were wet with her juices, and the vague, post-orgasmic thought of,what if I licked that?ran through her head. “Really good.”
“I’ve always been an excellent student,” she said, still catching her breath as she shifted in bed to face him. He still looked wound up, his lips in a tight line, his jaw strained.He hasn’t come yet.“Valedictorian in grade school, salutatorian in high school. Student council president pa.”
“C-college?” he asked as he turned to lie on his back, his erection looking very, very tense.
Mara sat up on the bed, frozen and fascinated by the sight of him—his chest was red like a blossoming sunburn, his muscles strained. There was nothing in the world that seemed to relieve him, until he put the hand that had just been inside her down the front of his pants, and he breathed a sigh.
“I…” Mara was in shock and awe, fascinated at the sounds he was making, at the speed and movement of his hand. “I slacked off. Small fish, big pond. Can I help you?”
