But this is different.Jayis different.
Eyes never leaving his, I trace his mustache with my thumb.
Stilling, my thumb lingers on his lips.
He licks it, sucks, then nibbles the end with a sexy smirk.
It’s the push I need.
I guide one of his hands between my legs where his fingers start working against the ever-soaking strip of fabric while the other begins exploring every other curve of my body. His mouth is on mine, possessing it with his.
We’re on the bed; I’m on top.
I grind against his hand.
“In,” I demand.
He grins and obliges, pushing my panties to the side before sending two fingers—deep.
I scream—loud.
When he slips his fingers out of me it’s to slide my panties down my legs.
Kneeling above him and fully exposed, his eyes are all over me.
“I want you just like this,” I tell him.
His eyes flare in approval, and he positions himself so he’s fully seated with his back resting against the wall at the head of the bed. He reaches over to a nightstand without breaking our gaze, fumbling until he has a condom. Eyes staying locked with mine, he rips the foil wrapper open with his teeth and rolls it into place.
My mouth waters.
I crawl over him and hover above his lap with my shins next to his thighs.
My breath stills:This is happening.
“Ready?” he asks, gripping my hips.
I nod, and lower—slowly—eyes glued to his the whole time.
The stretch is severe. I tense. Pause. Take him fully.
When I whimper, he moans—we both do—then find our rhythm.
I grind against him; he grips my hips.
I drop my head back; his mouth is on my neck.
I near the edge of bliss; he bangs me toward it.
Forehead to forehead, it’s all hard grinds and gritted teeth.
Hands roaming, mouths moving. Hungry and desperate for more of each other.
Grind, grind, grind,gone.
The orgasm I’ve been chasing slams into me like a sledgehammer sending a litany of whimpered swears dancing off my lips.
In my ear, Jay whispers, “You’re so damn perfect, Hollis.”
