Fuck, I need him. Need to feel him.
“I’ve got you,” Jack says softly, guiding me above him.
And I believe him.
“Take a breath for me, baby.”
I nod, digging my fingers into his shoulder blades, inhaling. As the air pushes out of my lungs, Jack thrusts his hips and slowly slides into me with a moan that drives me crazy.
I love that he’s not quiet.
“I can’t…”
He kisses my temple, wrapping his arm tighter around me. “You can take it all. I know you can. I’m right here.”
I adjust my hips, sinking against him until he fills me, inch byinch.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers. “Look at how pretty you look riding me.”
I feel pushed to my limits, stretched, and so full. His skin is warm against mine, his lips sweet and urgent at my neck, and I finally wrap my arms tighter and lift my hips to take all of him, until, with one long thrust, he slides in.
“This feels…” I can’t finish.
We weren’t going to do this. We said we wouldn’t.
But it feels so good. So perfect.
“Take your time, Iz.”
We stay still for only a minute before I rock against him, dragging my clit against his body. I feel the first ripple of fire build beneath my skin.
“Like that, sweetheart.” One of Jack’s hands tangles in my hair, the other grips my hip, guiding me up and down. The feel of him against me, inside, is almost too much.
Pleasure coils deep inside of me, and when he brings his hand from my hip to circle his thumb against my clit, it spikes, chasing through my body.
He bends, drawing my nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin until I’m panting again, overwhelmed by the way his body makes mine feel. Jack scoops his other arm beneath me, lowers us so my back is to the mattress, then thrusts inside of me, deep.
I cry out, my body trembling, on the edge until he does it one more time. My orgasm rips through me, and I rake my fingers against his shoulder blades, his pace relentless as I fall back into myself.
“That’s my girl. So pretty when you come,” he grunts. “I fucking missed you. You drive me crazy, Iz.” He drives into me again. “And I can’t get enough of you. Can’t…”
I shift my hips, allowing him deeper. The feel of him draws another throaty sigh from me. “Show me.”
Jack presses a kiss between my breasts, slowly pulling out. “Can I?” he asks.
“Yes,” is all I manage.
On a strangled groan, he rolls the condom off and tosses it aside. He drops to his knees above me, pumps his hand over his cock twice, then comes, spilling himself over my stomach.
For a minute, we stay still, before I blink hard, trying to realign myself to what just happened.
“That felt…” I say.
He bends to kiss me. It’s slow and lingering. “I know,” he says with a small chuckle. “Perfect. Fucking perfect.”
After he cleans me up with a warm cloth, we lie tangled together, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder as I listen to his heartbeat.
“You okay?” His voice rumbles against my ear.
