Her eyes roam over my chest, and I’ve never been more grateful for my diligence at the gym as I am now. I see the appreciation and lust simmering in her eyes as she takes me in. A hand comes to my chest, and I know she can feel the thunderous beat of my heart.
Her hand drops, goes to the button of my pants, and my breath catches as she pops it open. Lowering the zipper, she slips her hand inside and wraps her fingers around my aching dick. I hiss in pleasure as she grazes her thumb over the top.
She squeezes in response, and it’s too much. I pull her hand away and haul her up to her knees so we’re face-to-face. Jess’s eyes look feverish, and my fingers itch to touch her more.
I pull her shirt over her head and toss it behind me. My fingers work at the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts, which are magnificent. I spent a lot of time worshipping their beauty last night.
Jess shrugs the bra off and then takes my hands, pulling them to her chest. I squeeze, rub a thumb over a nipple, and she tips her head back to moan her satisfaction.
“You’re fucking perfect, JJ,” I rasp, and she lifts her head to stare at me. My palms go to her cheeks, and I kiss her again.
Soft at first, but we’re both half naked, memories of last night fresh in our minds, so it turns erotic very quickly. I wrap an arm around her back, haul her against me so her breasts mash against my chest, and my dick, still half exposed, presses into her belly.
I pull back and look at her wet, swollen lips, and Christ, I need them on me at some point, but not right now.
A hand to her chest, I give a push. “On your back.”
Jess doesn’t balk, flopping down on the mattress. I don’t hesitate, either, my hands going to her jeans. It takes no effort to divest her of all clothing from the waist down, and then she’s perfectly naked, like a feast laid out before me. I roll off the bed to remove the rest of my clothes.
Mouth watering, I pull Jess to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. She watches me, dark eyes glittering, not a shy bone in her body.
Not a shy bone in mine either. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I lower my head, press my mouth to her pussy, and I devour her. Jess bucks under me, makes a strangled sound, and then grips my head so hard with her hands, her fingerprints are probably permanently embedded there.
I ignore it, though, and use every bit of creativity coupled with my raging desire to please her with my tongue and teeth. Jess moans and begs, and in no time at all, she’s breaking apart with a sharp cry of relief.
I look up, find her staring at me with tears in her eyes, and something shatters in my soul, only to be quickly put back together again, more complete than ever.
Crawling up her body, I ask, “Are you okay?”
She nods, her fingertips tracing over my cheekbone. “The best I’ve ever been. That was… amazing.”
I grin and drop to give her a swift kiss. “I’m more than happy to give that to you all the time.”
“I want to give that to you as well,” she murmurs.
Hell yes, all my fantasies will come true.
Except, I’m not interested in that right now.
Right now, I just want to be inside her.
“Roll over,” she rasps, and her hands go to my chest, giving a hard shove. I do as she asks and roll to my back, and she follows along until she’s straddling my waist.
My hands go to her hips and I watch mesmerized as she raises herself up, positions herself over me, and lowers herself back down again.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic than Jess lowering herself onto my cock, watching as I disappear inside her inch by torturous inch until she’s fully seated.
Leaning forward, she braces her hands on my stomach and gyrates her hips in small circles that make me crazy with need. I put my hands on her waist, feel the motion of her body, and have to restrain myself not to lurch upward. I force myself to let her have her way.
Watching her undulate, it’s the most sensually beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. She’s not just giving me pleasure, she’s giving me her all.
The havoc she’s wreaking on my body is unmatched. It’s beautiful and painful at the same time. Her tiny moans and grunts, because it feels fucking good for her, too, only heighten my lust.
She’s barely into her ride and I’m already straining to hold back from coming. It’s too soon. I’m not ready, and yet I can’t remember wanting anything more.