We’re connected in every way.
The sensation creeps up my legs, stopping at my center, causing a deep throb to radiate through the rest of my body. I let out a slight shiver to keep from touching myself, but it does nothing to stop this euphoric feeling coursing through me.
My eyes snap back up when he moans my name as his labored breaths pick up.
Our eyes connect, and I gasp at the intense feeling ricocheting through us.
The way his emerald eyes darken with longing as they penetrate my soul reminds me of how much he wants me.
It’s the look of desire.
Of lust.
But also love.
“Why are you still fully clothed?” he barks, getting my attention.
I bite my bottom lip, grinning. “I was momentarily too stunned to move,” I say, then begin to undress.
Slowly, of course, because the second they’re off, I know Jack will either melt into a million pieces or fuck me into oblivion.
The latter being my preferred choice.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Annabelle.” He scoots forward and trails one finger along my clavicle and down my sternum. “This is all for me.”
Not a question.
“Always,” I breathlessly say. “Do you like it? I thought you might need something special after today.”
I’m wearing a cupless bra, which I’m sure he’s beginning to realize I’ve been wearing underneath my shirt all day.
Lace circles around my breasts, pulled tightly along my breastbone and fastened around my neck, still giving my large boobs the support they need while simultaneously leaving my nipples and areolas on full display.
The stars of the show, according to Jack.
“Best goddamn gift.” His thumbs lightly brush over my sensitive buds before tracing and cupping my breasts. “I’m a lucky guy,” he says as he leans forward and flicks his tongue against my hardened nipple. “What do you have on below?” He pushes my pants down and shakes his head. “Fucking bare,” he growls.
I caress my boobs. “I wanted to accentuate these for you. Now what are you going to do with them?” He pushes me back and I land on the pillow. “Jack,” I laugh. “Easy.”
“Easyis not in either of our vocabularies tonight. I changed my mind, fuck taking it slow.” He unstraps my heels and pulls my trousers off.
He runs his hands up my legs, rubbing torturous circles on the inside of my thighs before trailing his fingers back down. “Everything about you is fucking perfect.”
No one is perfect, yet the emotion in his words tells me he means it.
“This is new,” he mumbles to himself. “I can’t decide what I want to do with you. I need to do all the things, but deciding what comes first is driving me insane. It’s what you do to me, baby.”He’s right there with me. “I’m burning with desire, even though you’re right here and so fucking touchable, I feel lost. I want to fuck your tits in this bondage-like bra, but staring down at your wet cunt, glistening against the light… Oh fuck. Are you kidding me right now?”
His words only amp up what was already coursing through my body, causing me to clench my sex, and I know he catches the movement.
He reaches forward and swipes his fingers through my slit. I begin to roll my hips, needing more of him. The urgency is building quicker than ever before.
He rubs the pads of two fingers against my clit, massaging in a way that feels like a small vibration.
“Oh… Jack, ah,” I gasp.
He does this to me with every word, every touch. Nobody has ever made me feel so free, like I’m flying high.
He’s better than skydiving or any fucking vibrator in the world.
