“Only if you want to.”
“I’m not ready to?—”
“I know,” he interrupted. “No pressure. Ever. You do what you want, and you stop when you want.”
I closed my eyes, letting his words, and just…him, everything about him and how amazing he was, wash over me. I closed my hand around his cock the best I could through his pants and squeezed gently.
I felt powerful. Nothing like when I’d done this to Brian. My body thrummed and pulsed. I rubbed his cock in time with the beat pulsing through my core.
“Jenna,” he breathed.
Oh, the need in his voice. I slid my hand up and down his shaft and around the head, acquainting myself with his cock. Exploring it.
Liam’s chest heaved. “I’m going to come,” he said in a rush.
“Come.”
“Stop now if you don’t want me to.”
“I want you to.” I did. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I wanted him to feel how much I cared about him.
“Firefly,” he groaned. His hips jerked, and I realized it was the first time he’d moved, surely for my benefit. And then his arms tightened around me. His whole body tensed, his cock twitched under my hand, his breath whooshed out heavilyagainst me, and a little pool of warmth and wetness spread across his crotch, darkening the fabric—and I still didn’t panic!
Liam relaxed back into the swing, bringing my hand up to rest on his chest. His other hand smoothed over my hair and caressed my face. His heart pounded under my cheek as he tilted my head up to meet his eyes. “You good, Firefly?”
“Yeah. I’m great.”
“You’re amazing.” Then he kissed me, long and sweet and languid. I tangled my tongue with his, need spiraling out from my core, and I clung desperately like I might fly off into orbit without him.
“What do you want, Jenna?” His voice was like gravel, rough and gritty.
I moaned against his mouth.
“I need you to tell me.”
I pulled away and looked at him, confusion washing over me. “Make me come again.”
“How? What do you want?”
“I…I don’t know.” I just wanted relief from the pressure building inside me. To experience more of that mind-blowing euphoria I had in the hot tub. But we couldn’t get into the hot tub every time. And I knew he wasn’t going to have sex with me yet. Being touched had never felt good, but then again, neither had touching a penis before.
He held my face. “You like the penetration of sex, right?”
I nodded.
“What if I use my fingers, but only inside? I won’t touch you anywhere else. Do you think that would be okay?”
Would that be okay? I had no idea. But the way he was looking at me and the way I felt, I was willing to try almost anything. “Maybe. I’ll try.”
“Promise you’ll tell me immediately if you don’t like it.”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I’ll tell you if I don’t like it.”
He raised an eyebrow.
