“I’m—” I start but can’t finish. All that comes out of me are fragments of sentences.
This is a shipwreck for me. He is the island, the water, and the boat.
I am awash in Jae as I buck against his face, his tongue managing final strokes as I bite on my own tongue. I shake to my core and let go..I am fraught with a wave of something so intense I can’t put a name to it because I haven’t felt it in so long.
“That’s the first time I’ve had an orgasm with a man in three years.” I finally groan.
Jae barks a short laugh, and he climbs his way up to my face, his lips still swollen and red from me, and I pull him into a kiss. His erection presses into my thigh like an iron rod.
“Can I touch you?” I ask against his lips.
“You can do anything you want, Riley.”
I yank his pants down with unbridled desire, and he manages to kick them off his ankles. He clambers back on top of me, pushing his hands to hold the sides of my breasts.
“Jeez,” I wheeze.
He shushes me with a taste of his tongue.
“Jeez yourself.”
I tuck my hand into one side of his black briefs to cup the curve of his ass. It’s unbelievably smooth. No man should have an ass this smooth. I tuck in the other hand and hold him above me, although he carries most of his weight on his knees. My head is almost flat against my headboard, Jae’s knees on either side of me.
I slide my hands around to the front and grip his erection in my hands. He’s fucking huge.
“Fuck me, Riley,” Jae breathes out quickly through his nose.
“Literally?” I ask.
“No, figuratively,” His voice is strained and uneven when I run my hand up and down his length. Touching him is one thing, but seeing him is another.I pull his briefs down to expose him and my eyes are so, so hungry.
“I can’t stop looking at you,” I tell him as I make him sit back on his knees on top of me. I run my hands up to his chest and graze his nipples lightly with my fingertips. I return to his cock, gripping his tip with my fist. Jae tips his head back in response. I squeeze up and down his length.
“Riley, you’re just teasing me,” Jae exhales a deep breath.
“Show me what to do?” I ask him.
Eyes closed, he places his hands over mine, and helps me pump in a steady rhythm. Once I get the hang of it, he releases my hands. I feel rusty at this, but Jae’s passionate groans tell me I’m doing just fine. His chest is rising and falling so quickly.
“Your hands are so soft,” Jae grunts.
I feel him tense, sitting on top of me—he’s holding back.
“Jae,” I whisper. “Iwantyou to finish.”
“Are you sure? Where?”
“On me,” I answer, squeezing him. Jae opens his eyes, and they’re burning black.
“Fuck, yes, Riley,” A groan escapes his lips, and his back muscles flex before he finishes onto my chest in a heave. He bends over and kisses me, his tongue dipping into my mouth, before climbing off me. We stare at each other for a moment, in awe of what just happened, while Jae catches his breath. He disappears into my adjoining bathroom, returning with a wet wipe.
He cleans me off gently, and I sit up. Jae hands me my bathrobe, and I gingerly cover up.
“I—” I start, unsure of what I’m going to say next.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Jae tells me.
“You’re—you’re just so good,” I laugh, my ears hot.
