I shrug.“It matches the dress.”
“It's going to be the death of me.”
His hands slide around to my ass, fingers spreading wide, palming both cheeks and squeezing as he rocks up into me again.Even through his trousers I can feel how hard he is, and the thin fabric of my thong does nothing to dull the pressure against my clit.
“This fucking dress,” he mutters against my mouth.“You've been killing me all night.”
I roll my hips to meet him, grinding down against the hard length of him, and he groans into my mouth.His fingers tighten on my ass, pulling me harder against him, guiding my movements until we find a rhythm together.
“Fuck,” he breathes.“You feel so good.”
“We're still wearing clothes.”
“I know.”He rocks up into me again, hitting my clit perfectly, and I whimper.“Doesn't matter.You could make me come just like this.”
“That would be embarrassing for you.”
“Don't care.”His mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting while his hands keep me grinding against him.“Worth it.”
I tilt my head back, giving him better access, my fingers digging into his shoulders.Every roll of my hips sends sparks through me, the friction of his trousers against the damp fabric of my thong is almost unbearably good.
“Jay—” I'm panting as my movements are getting more desperate.“I need—”
“I know what you need.”He pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark and hungry.“But I want to take my time with you tonight.”
He kisses me again, slower this time, savoring.His hands slide up my back, his fingers tracing my spine through the fabric of the dress, while I keep rocking against him.The contrast—the sweet, tender kiss and the dirty grind of our hips—makes my head spin.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips.“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Not wanting to answer him, I kiss him again.
When his hands find the zipper at the back of my dress, he asks, “Can I?”
“Please.”
But he doesn't pull it down yet.Instead, he keeps kissing me, keeps rocking up into me, until I'm trembling in his lap, right on the edge of something.
“Jay,” I gasp.“If you don't—I'm going to—”
“Not yet.”He stills my hips with his hands, and I make a sound of protest.“I want to feel you come on my tongue first.”
The words shoot straight through me.“Oh.”
“Yeah.”He grins, finally reaching for that zipper.“Oh.”
He lays me back on the bed, hovering over me, and I cup his face, drawing his attention to me.There's no smirk.No cocky grin.Just pure, unguarded want.
Leaning down, he places a kiss on my mouth before traveling down my neck to my collarbone, then the swell of my breasts above the neckline of my dress.I arch into him, gasping, my hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.
“Off,” I manage, tugging at his shirt.“Take it off.”
He complies, pulling the henley over his head in one fluid motion, and God, I will never get tired of looking at him.All those muscles I've wanted to touch professionally are now mine to explore however I want.
I run my hands down his chest, his abs, feeling them tense under my touch.
He takes his time removing the dress.The red thong follows, sliding down my legs and disappearing somewhere on the floor.When I'm finally bare beneath him, he sits back on his heels and just...looks.
“Stop staring.”
