I reach for her, sitting myself up, and pulling her onto my lap.
“Maybe it should have been this tattoo they were talking about, instead of my fake one,” she groans as I chuckle, but I grow serious. “It’s beautiful. And so are you.” She moves around, sliding her knees on either side of me, straddling my waist, arms around my neck. Leaning in, she nips at my bottom lip.
“I wanted to have a piece of you with me everywhere I went, you know? I’ve always had a crush on you. Did you know?” She looks at me from under her lashes, her eyes so bright and green.
“I may have noticed a little something,” I reply, smirking as she shakes her head.
“I was twelve when I first noticed you. Like, really noticed you. But you were older and cooler, and I just buried how I felt.” She shrugs. “But it never went away, the crush.” She’s playing with the hair on my neck. “And now, after all these years…” she tapers off.
“After all these years…” I repeat, our eyes locked, my hands running up and down her sides, skimming under her breasts. She adjusts herself on my lap and I can feel her hot core on me.
“I want you.”
“You have me.”
We’re back to this tug of war again, but I don’t want to play. I just want her.
Chapter 22
Francesca
His eyes never leave mine, but he runs his hand over my nipple, causing me to gasp. I caress his hand over my breast and close my eyes, letting myself feel.
Don’t talk. Just feel, Chessy. Just let me feel you.
We’re staring at each other, learning each other’s bodies, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I’m not embarrassed to be naked in front of him. I feel empowered touching him. I’m causing his reaction. He wants me.
He lays me back down on the bed and kisses my neck, my collarbone, continuing down until he takes my nipple in his mouth, causing me to arch from the bed. He pinches my other nipple, rolling it with his forefinger and thumb, and I feel like I could explode right there.
“I love your tits. Will you let me fuck them next time?” Our gazes meet and his pupils are wide. He's wearing a smug grin.
Oh, this man and his mouth. My heart races at his filthy words. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him into me, my heels and panties—the only thing I have left on—pushing into the back of his thighs. We dry hump like we’re teenagers and it’s exciting. I’m moaning and he’s breathing heavily.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve been dreaming of touching you forweeks.”
“Mmhmmm,” is all I can get out. Words are not a part of me right now.
He pulls my panties down the rest of the way and throws them to the floor, I’m frantic about getting his boxers off, pushing at them with my hands. He chuckles.
“Slow down. I warned you once already.”
“I can’t help it. I need to feel you.”
He stands, his sudden departure hurts. He grabs my leg and leans down, kissing my ankle again, only this time he grabs the string of my shoe with his teeth and pulls. The ribbon unwraps, and he slides my heel off. Then he grabs my other leg and does the same. The slow motion is so sensual.
Jackson stands in front of me, slowly stroking his own cock, his eyes locked on my naked core.
“Oh my God,” I reach for him. “Let me.”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” He reaches for his wallet and pulls out a condom. Rolling it on, he lays back down on me, arms on either side of my head.
“You sure?” he asks.
Nodding. “Absolutely,” I say.
I let my legs fall open and he slowly pushes inside me. Slowly, because I feel like a virgin on prom night, I suck in a gasp of air.
“Am I hurting you?”
