“Jen?”
Another flush came over her. “Oh, sorry.”What am I apologizing for?She took a steadying breath. “That tattoo on your back is impressive.”
He chuckled. “Thanks. Took me years to get it finished.”
She gasped. “Years?”
“Wasn’t exactly my priority.” He dipped his chin, nodding toward the bed. “Still isn’t.”
And just like that, her distracted fascination fell away in a rush.
Jenna paused at the edge of the bed. The bed was mostly between them, and she couldn’t imagine there would be anything glamorous or sexy about how she looked climbing onto it.
“There something wrong?”
“No,” she said, too quickly. She cut her eyes around the room before meeting his stare again. “Do we …haveto have the lights on?”
His brow furrowed. “Yes.” He swept his gaze over her again. “I want to see every inch of what’s mine—and you’re mine, Jen.” He pushed his pants and whatever he wore beneath to his ankles and stepped out of them, and his socks, leaving his own body bare. His legs were just as toned and appealing as the rest of him, and his cock was fully erect, precum beaded at the tip.
She didn’t remember him being that big and she felt a stupid swell of pride for her younger self.
Jon lowered a hand to his cock and dragged his thumb slowly up the length, never looking away from her. “You don’t have a damn thing to be insecure about, baby. Not with me. Now be a good girl and get on the bed.”
Emboldened at the sight of his arousal, Jenna did her best not to think about the visual she’d already conjured of herself and crawled onto the bed. She watched his chest heave as he watchedher, saw the way he curled his whole hand around himself as if he were holding something back, and forgot what she had been fighting as she adjusted to sit against the headboard.
Jon joined her on the bed practically before she processed that he’d moved. He pressed kisses to her calves, then her knees, and then he took hold of her legs and tugged her down until she was fully on her back.
A laugh burst out of her. “You could’ve told me to lay down.”
He smirked and crawled over her. “I could have.” He licked at her lips, but didn’t close the kiss, instead angling his head to trail wet kisses over her jaw and down her throat. He closed his hands around her boobs and squeezed once before alternating his grip to focus the pressure on her nipples.
Jenna moaned and arched beneath him. The slight roughness of his hands was fantastic on her skin. She’d never felt so sensitive.
Jon moved one hand off her breast and caught that nipple on his tongue, pulling the entire areola into his mouth and sucking. He rolled his tongue over her hardened peak, the way he had her clit, and pinched the other simultaneously.
Jenna clutched at his shoulders and let herself make every sound she’d once held back. Every gasp, every moan, every whimpered plea in the form of his name—she let them all free.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear you,” he murmured against her skin as he dipped a hand between her legs. He ran two fingers through her folds, ending on her clit with a teasing rub. “Give me everything.”
When his shoulders fell out of reach, Jenna clawed at the sheet beneath her. “Everything,” she gasped, “has to be earned.”
Jon chuckled and raised her knees to his shoulders as he settled properly over her. Something hotter and thicker than his fingers brushed over her center. “I’m not afraid of putting in the work.” He took hold of her hips and she felt him press againsther opening. “Watch, baby. Watch me remind this pussy who it belongs to.”
Jenna pressed up to her elbows, her gaze immediately dropping to where they were about to be joined. He’d never asked her to watch before.
He rolled his hips forward, pressing into her, gliding slowly and steadily into her core. Her body stretched and pulsed and Jenna sucked in a sharp breath, wanting to squirm but also not wanting to look away. Not until they were flush.
Then they were, and Jon let out a deep, guttural groan.
Her eyes flicked up to his. Heat seared through her, pressing down on her like she could barely breathe, and for the life of her all she knew was that she wanted himcloser. “Jon,” she gasped.
He raised his hands back to her legs, squeezed her thighs firmly, and rocked his hips without withdrawing from her. “Jenna,” he said on a groan. “Fuck.” He pulled her legs from his shoulders, grabbed her hands from where they clung to the sheet, and stretched over her, pinning her arms above her head. The change in position pushed her again onto her back and had him hovering close enough that his every exhale tickled her skin.
Free to move, Jenna arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest.
He sucked her lip between his and started rocking, sliding in and out at an agonizingly delightful pace. His tongue slipped into her mouth, so she stretched hers up the length of his and he threaded their fingers together. She dug her nails into the back of his hands. He sank his teeth into her lip.
When he finally broke from their kiss, he tilted his head to rain more attention to her throat and the underside of her jaw, all the way up to her ear. “I finally get to take my time with you,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m going to kiss, touch, and taste you in the light and spend all goddamn night buried inside your tight pussy.” He dragged his teeth over her pulse as it fluttered.“I want to hear you when you fall apart. I want to feel you come with my whole body.”
