“You know what I mean,” I tell him, arching my back so I press more firmly into his hand. “Touch methere!”
He lifts his hand and shakes his finger in the sign for“Where.”
I groan. “You know where, Jagger. Please!” I beg again.
This time, he mouths the words.Tell me.
A frustrated groan leaves me. I don’t know why it’s so hard to say sometimes.
Suddenly, he sits up, my legs falling to the sides as he kneels between them. His eyes slowly trail up my naked skin before he starts signing.“It’s okay to be shy sometimes. It’s okay to be bold, too.”
“I don’t know why I can't say it,” I tell him, feeling a little embarrassed by it. I’m a grown woman in a relationship with him; I should be able to tell him where I want him to touch me.
“It’s normal. And what you have to remember is, we love it. Don’t be embarrassed because you can’t say nipple or clit,”he signs.“It turns me on, trying to force those words out of you.”
“Really?” I ask in surprise.
He nods.“I love making you so aroused that you spit out every little dirty thought in that head of yours.”
My cheeks heat, but a smile tugs at my mouth as I bite my lower lip.
“And since I can’t speak while I’m touching you, I want to hear your words.”
I suppose that part would be a lot different for him than it would be for the others. He couldn’t speak unless he stopped touching me, which I definitely didn’t want. “I’ll talk for both of us then,” I say, suddenly feeling more confident. Jagger is an amazing man; he always puts me first and looks out for me, stopping the others from pushing me too far, too fast, especially when we first met.
But this, this is something only I can do for him. If he likes hearing my dirty talk, I’ll give it to him.
I lick my lips as I take in his tattoo-covered chest and tight muscles. My eyes trail down to his boxers. “You should probably take those off,” I tell him, and his eyes light up as hequickly stands, yanks them down, and kicks them away before getting on his hands and knees and slowly prowling up the bed toward me.
“Dios mio, that’s hot,” I tell him as he moves right up my body and cages me in on my back, one hand on each side of my head as he stares down at me. “Touch me,” I whisper. He shifts his weight as one hand moves to my cheeks and he gently cups it, raising an eyebrow as if to say,‘Now what?’
“Lower,” I whisper, and his hand trails down to my neck, his thumb moving up and down gently. “Lower,” I say again. This time, he finds my breast, squeezing it as he did before. “Touch my nipple,” I tell him, my cheeks heating. He gently swipes a finger over it, and my back arches, but his hand is gone as fast as it came. “More,” I tell him. He does it again, just the briefest, lightest touch before he moves away.
“Jagger,” I say with a growl of frustration. “Touch them harder, faster, make me squirm,” I demand. His eyes heat as he sits up, using both hands to grab my chest, giving both a hard squeeze before he gives in to my command. He pinches and pulls and flicks, and has me crying out in seconds. I grip his tattoo-covered biceps as my body squirms beneath his touch. I didn’t realize I’d be so desperate so fast. Literally seconds.
“Fuck me, Jagger,” I beg him, and his eyes lift from my chest to my face as he studies me. “Please?” I ask, but he doesn’t stop his assault as he stares at me. “What are you waiting for?” I ask, my hips bucking to try and feel something. He raises an eyebrow, and I realize he wants more from me.
“I want you to touch my clit—Ah!” I barely get the word out, and he moves his hand down, rubbing circles on it. “Yes! Like that. Fuck, Jagger, that feels so good.”
He continues working me up, one hand flicking away at my nipple while the other rubs me between my thighs, making whimpers and moans spew from me.
When I feel like I can’t take it anymore, I dig my fingers into his arms as I tell him, “I want you inside me.” Without lifting his thumb, he presses two fingers into me, making me moan. He moves them in and out slowly as I hold onto him tightly. I shake my head because I meant I wanted his cock, but it feels so good that I don’t want him to stop, either.
His lips brush mine, and my eyes open wide, not realizing I’ve closed them. He mouths the words,keep eyes open,and I nod in understanding, keeping my eyes glued to his heated blue ones.
I plant my feet on the mattress and buck my hips up into this hand with each thrust, biting my lip as I feel my orgasm building quickly. “I. Want. Your. Cock,” I pant out between each thrust. “Now.”
He sits back on his feet and pulls his hands free, and takes a moment to stroke his cock, getting himself ready for me. Then he sticks his fingers back inside of me, swirling them around as I cry out, my hands flying to my sides to grab the sheets.
I can see the hint of an amused grin on his face as he pulls them free again and continues priming his cock for me. He repeats this four times, building my arousal each time until he finally lifts his hand and starts sucking on his fingers to clean them. I moan, watching his tongue dart out to get every last drop.
My hips move in eagerness as I beg him. “Please, Jagger. I want to feel your cock inside me. Make me come.”
His eyes trail down my body before he lifts his hands and signs,“This is the first time I getto face you.”
It takes me a second to realize what he means. The first time we had sex, we were under the threat of being caught by Ivan, and we were both in pain from our back injuries, so he’d taken me from behind.
The next time, he took my ass from behind. I reach toward him as I apologize. “I’m sorry, I should have realized sooner. We should have done this the moment I was healed.”
