“May I?” he asks. I lift my arms in invitation, hoping that’s all the answer he needs.
He lifts the hem of my dress at an achingly slow pace, dragging his fingers across my skin as he does so. I melt at his touch, so much so that I’m honestly concerned my legs will give out on me. And when he bends down to trail open mouth kisses up my thighs, to my hip bones, and my stomach as he lifts my dress, I think I’ll combust from the heat he’s sparked inside of me.
We’ve messed around plenty, but always with our clothes on. This is the first time his hands and lips are on the expanse of my bare skin.
Impatient, I lift my sundress the rest of the way over my head. I’m left topless and I find him marveling at my chest. He kneads my breast in his hand, tweaking my nipple before moving to the other and giving it the same attention.
“You’re so beautiful, Tae. I meant it when I said I’m going to take my time with you—I want to kiss every inch of your skin.”
I always imagined I’d feel self conscious the first time I was completely naked in front of a guy, but with the way Jackson’s looking at me right now, I feel more confident than I’ve ever felt.
Kneeling down before me, he grips my thighs and places one singular kiss over my satin-covered center. “Jax,” I gasp at the foreign feeling, immediately wanting more of the sparks he’seliciting inside me. He pushes my panties aside and slowly drags a finger up my slit. Forget sparks—he’s ignited a raging wildfire in my core that’s spreading through my chest. And when he follows the same trail his finger just made with his tongue? My skin burns with need everywhere. I’ve truly never felt more alive.
Resting his forehead against my stomach, he groans as if he’s in agony.
“Fuck!” he murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut before he presses his lips against my stomach.
“What’s wrong?” I’m quick to question, praying I didn’t do something wrong. Oh shit—do I taste bad? Oh my god!
“Nothing, aside from the fact that just the sight of you and the briefest taste of you just about had me coming in my goddamn pants.”
“W-what?” I stammer, unsure I heard him correctly.
“Lay back on the bed, baby,” he tells me, gently pushing me backward until the backs of my knees connect with the mattress.
Jackson kneels between my legs, stripping me from my underwear at a torturous rate. When I squirm, trying to ease some of the ache he’s created, he spreads my legs apart and asks, “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer, somewhat flustered.
“How do you want me, T? Tell me and I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby.”
Sitting up, I rest my weight on my elbows so I can take in the sight of him kneeling before me with his big hands gripping my thighs to hold them open. He has a cocksure smile that would normally irritate me, however, it only amplifies his sex appeal right now.
Biting my lip, I hesitate what I want him to do to me. What I need ishim. But I know that answer won’t suffice. I take a deep breath and tell him, “I want you to do what you were doing before.” When all I get in response is a cocked brow, I huff outa breath of frustration. “W-when you kissed me and then licked me there.”
“There?”
“There,” I growl out in annoyance, gesturing to the place between my thighs that’s splayed out before him.
“You mean here?” he asks before placing a whisper light kiss on my clit and blowing on it. My core clenches with need for him to do that again.
“Yes,” I pant breathlessly and watch with rapt attention as he slowly drags a finger down my slit before circling my entrance, toying with me I’m sure because of my impatience.
He did say he’d take his time with me, but this is torture.
“I-I need more. Please,” I plead with him to give me what I want.
“Is this what you want, Thorn?” he rasps the question as he slowly pushes a finger inside me.
The intrusion is foreign but welcome as he slides it out and then back in again. I’ve never fingered myself, all I’ve ever tried was playing with my clit, but that never brought me to orgasm.
This—Jackson touching me in this way—has me regretting never trying it. Though, now that I think about it, I’d rather he was the first.
As if his finger moving inside me wasn’t enough to make me combust, Jax lowers his mouth back to my core all while keeping his eyes locked on mine, only breaking our stare when he closes his eyes and groans against my clit.
Gasping, I fist his bedding to anchor myself as I throw my head back in pleasure. Jackson flattens his tongue, lapping my slit before flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.
When Jax adds a second finger and finds the most delicious rhythm with his tongue, I lace my fingers through his hair to hold him in place as I begin to rock my hips against him.
