“You have no idea how much you turn me on. Fuck, you’re so hot,” he mutters as he drags his finger along my sensitive area, up and over my backside.
My eyes flare as I look up at Jack, wondering what he’s thinking.
“Take me there,” I whisper.
He pauses, and I feel his dick jump in excitement through his trousers. “Now?” he growls.
“Yes,” I plead as he enters me with a finger. I’m not sure what’s come over me, but I want him there. I want him to have been inside me in every way possible.
“Whose ass is this?”
“Yours, Jack. All yours.” I push back onto his finger, causing it to sink deeper.
He curses something unintelligible under his breath, then stretches me with a second finger. It’s tight and it burns, yet I welcome it easily.
“Naked, Jack. We both have too many clothes on.”
Based on his deep growl, he’s reluctant to glide his fingers slowly out of me. His eyes are bulging as he stares down in awe at the sight.
His face alone is a turn-on.
So bloody sexy.
We start to undress when he pauses, slightly deflating. “We have no lube.”
I roll my lips and scrunch my face, “I might.”
“Why the hell would you have lube in Italy?” He spits.
“I was curious about some internal needs if you know what I mean. I thought I could practice myself.”
He laughs, “So you’re telling me, when we were angry, packing like a mad woman, you had time to pack a dildo and lube?”
“Priorities, Jack. Priorities.” I giggle, then grab the lube.
He cups my chin, so I look him right in the eye. “You don’t practice without me, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I snark.
He bites his lip, a certain sparkle in his eyes as he rakes them over my naked body before shaking himself out of it. “How do you want it?”
I look down. Just the sheer size of Jack is intimidating, so I’m not sure it matters the position.
He’s huge, like really fucking big.
It’ll hurt either way, considering it’s been a while since I’ve done this.
When I don’t answer, he gives me one more assessing glance, stopping at my boobs, and I can see it in his eyes. He wants to touch them; he always wants them in his hands.
It doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing, he’s either touching them or staring at them.
He’s obsessed.
He shakes himself out of his daze and smiles darkly before grabbing my waist and flipping me over, taking charge of the situation. His breathing is labored, echoing through the otherwise quiet room. I know he’s lost all restraint and is totally in his element.
I love that I get him like this, all worked up and hot for it.
It only turns me on that much more.
