“I’ve waited for this moment all day. Maybe you can find something else to remember,” she suggested, nibbling on his ear.
Chills traveled down his spine as he picked her up under her bottom and pressed her against a wall. His hands swept over the silk and lace material, starting at her breasts and moving between her legs. He kissed her, stoking the fires between them.
Caroline let out a moan as she reached for the buttons on his shirt. Her fingers flew down them as she hastily stripped his shirt. Her hand stopped on the bullet wound as she leaned in to kiss it.
“Does it still hurt?” she asked.
“No. What medicine didn’t cure, your love did,” he said as he nibbled his way down her shoulder and her chest. Cupping her breasts, he kneaded them through the material, making her moan for more.
Jameson’s hand slid between her breasts to find the ribbons. He tugged them slightly, giving him access to the silky flesh behind them. His thumb brushed against her breast as she tugged on his nipples.
Her breathing shifted as he sucked one into his mouth while securing her against the wall. His fingers pulled on the ribbonagain, making the bodice lower slightly more as he switched breasts. Caroline moaned as her hand caressed his cock through his pants. It hardened under her touch, making him groan as his tongue flicked against the sensitive skin.
Caroline ran her hands through his hair, pressing his head harder against her. “I want you, Jameson.”
“You have me,” he murmured as he knelt, pulling the ribbons with him. The bodice fell open and slid down her body to the floor. He stared at the lace panties and pulled them down.
Under his gaze, Caroline stiffened. “I’m nervous. What if they didn’t catch something in one of those tests?”
“Shhh,” he said, rising to place a finger to her lips. “Dr. Greene tends to lean on the conservative side. If she cleared you, then you’re good as gold,” he said, leading her to the bed. He pressed her over the edge and spread her legs wide, stroking the soft, pink skin. “I want to see this lovely view.”
Kneeling on the floor, he said, “You’re incredibly beautiful, Caroline,” he said, stoking her. “I’ve waited forever to taste you. I’ve dreamed of spending hours licking up all your juices.”
“I’ve never done this,” she admitted. “I feel almost as embarrassed as I did when you spanked me.”
Jameson grinned. “Oh, we’ll be doing it again. I like the way your hips wiggled as I stroked the sting away. Your flesh turned a light pink, and you got wet,” he promised as his tongue slowly glided over the sensitive area.
Caroline sighed and melted into the blanket as he explored her center.
“Do you like this?” he asked as he sucked gently on her nub and hummed.
“Oh, it feels incredible,” she replied breathlessly.
“Did you like the spanking? You know, there are different kinds? When you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a slow spanking,a little petting in between, until you come on my fingers,” he whispered.
“It surprised me, but I liked the burn, and then you caressed it away,” she confessed. “What happens if I’m bad?”
Jameson raised a brow at her over her mound. “It’ll depend. How bad do you want to be, Caroline?”
“Bad enough, I can come on your fingers,” she whispered shyly.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s only us. We can do whatever we want. You can be as bad as you want and still know you’re safe with me,” he said between his long, slow licks.
“I want you inside me,” she whimpered as he explored between her folds. She raised her hips, moving to the motion of his tongue. Jameson slid a finger into her soft heat.
Caroline pressed against it, moving her hips. The sight of her undulating aroused him, making him ache and throb.
“Play with your nipples, Caroline,” he whispered. Her hands covered her breasts. She pulled and tugged as he watched her, mesmerized by her beauty. Slipping another finger inside her, he peered at her as her eyes grew wide. Curling upward, he slid it slowly out and then back in again. He leaned down, planting a kiss on her soft belly.
“Lay on me,” she urged as her hips moved upward, meeting his fingers.
“I don’t want to trigger you, not today,” he said gently.
“No, I want to feel your body against mine. You’re my other half, the piece who completes me,” she insisted, grinding against him.
Jameson slowly withdrew and lingered long enough to press tiny circles around her sensitive nub. She closed her eyes as she sucked in a breath, relishing the tingling sensation.
Stepping back, Jameson removed the rest of his clothes. He kissed and licked from the top of her mound to her belly, nippingpieces of her soft skin. Tiny goosebumps formed as he spread the heated trail up her body.
