Not like she’d thought it’d be for the first time.
It was more about making her feel like a woman with the first man who touched so much of her.
Her hands slid into his jeans, pushed them down his hips and left him standing there in his boxer briefs as he toed off his shoes and kicked everything away.
He picked her up in his arms, his mouth crushing hers, then laid her on the bed.
“Just like that,” she said. “It’s what I need.”
He laughed. “Oh, thank God.”
His mouth trailed down her neck, lingering at her chest before he found one breast and drew it into his mouth, his tongue circling, then sucked hard enough to pull a gasp from her lips. She arched into him, her body desperate for more.
His hand cupped her other breast, kneading with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent a shiver racing through her spine. A moan escaped before she could stop it, her body already burning, already too far gone to change her mind. Not that she even considered it.
She pressed against him, grinding for more friction, craving the heat of him without the barrier of clothing. Her hands fumbled at her shorts, tugging them open, wriggling them down over her hips as best she could while Jayce refused to release her breasts.
She didn’t care. In fact, the way he wouldn’t let her go only fed the fire licking through her veins. Her body was more than ready to surrender to him and he got the hint when she pushed at his shoulders.
But he didn’t get up to undress, rather gliding down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses, licks, nips, and his breath as he moved toward another target.
Her lace panties were gone in a flash, his mouth landing on a different scorching part of her body.
She was wet and willing, and he was more than ready to accommodate what she was silently lifting her body for.
He dove in, his tongue out tasting the full length of her.
She ached, moved closer, and hoped for more.
He didn’t disappoint her. Never. Not once in the time they’d known each other had he let her down and he wasn’t going to now either.
It was as if he knew exactly what she needed, found her swollen bud, pulled it between his lips with a pucker sound, sucked hard, then thrust one finger inside of her.
She let out a groan, her body rising, cresting, ready to hit the peak.
Erotic sensations were curling in her body, springing tight into a coil and ready to pop at a moment’s notice.
That moment came when a second finger entered her, both thrusting in and out, her hips matching the rhythm while he refused to let go of the bundle of nerves that was controlling her every movement.
Her breath caught, her fists gripped the comforter and every nerve ending burst through her body as the orgasm slammed her back in place.
She was crying out in pleasure, her body wanting more at the same time exhausted from that explosion.
But Jayce was relentless and refused to stop. Refused to let go even when she sank back into the mattress, her body almost liquefied.
It was then she realized what he was doing. He was building her up again.
He was getting her there so that she’d be craving even more when their time came to be as one.
It was minutes later, maybe less. She’d lost track of the world.
“Jayce, I need you in meright now.”
She wasn’t sure if it was the tone of her voice or the grip she had on his hair yanking him back that finally got him to move.
He jumped back, reached for his jeans, got a condom out, dropped his underwear and was covered faster than she wanted. She wanted to admire his body a little longer but promised herself she’d get to it later.
They had all night and, the way things were going, she was positive they’d spend most of it right here.
