Holding my head, Jem kisses gently, tongue teasing my lips. His attempt to cool the situation won’t work; my awareness of Jem’s muscled body against mine, of his cock pressing against my thigh takes me further from my anxiety.
He slides his hands along my back, tingling my skin with his gentle stroke. I shift closer, wanting harder kisses, to lose myself in us away from the awkward I created. The whole time, Jem holds me as if scared I’ll fall apart if he lets go, or that he’ll break me if he embraces too tightly.
The kisses intensify, his hands harder against my skin, exploring every inch with his fingers, until I’m shaking with the need for him. Jem shifts me from his lap and we tip onto the bed; I lie on my side, wrapping my legs around his, not wanting to lose contact for a moment.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Ruby Tuesday.” The hoarseness in his voice and truth in his eyes almost makes me believe him. He spots my doubt. “And I won’t stop showing you until you believe me.”
“I’m okay with that.” I trace a finger along his firm abs, lower, and Jem inhales sharply as my hand moves to the band of his briefs.
He curls his fingers around mine. “That’s not a good idea. I am so fucking turned on right now.”
My heated cheeks hide my reaction—not embarrassment but a pleasure in the fact I have this effect on him. I shift to face him. “Don’t stop.”
Jem grins. “Don’t worry about that.” He dips his head, leisurely moving his tongue across my collarbone to my breasts. I suppress a moan as he circles my nipple with his tongue before taking it in his mouth and sucking. Involuntarily, my body arches toward him and I grip his hair. His gentle touch changes, in response to my body’s desire for him to take over, the gasp that escapes showing I’m more than ready for the enthusiasm he demanded.
As he continues his attention to my breasts, Jem slides a hand down my side and pulls my leg over his hips, pressing himself against me. The evidence how turned on he is pushes against my thin cotton panties and adds to the gathering heat between my legs, the longing for his touch taking control of my thoughts.
I push my fingers into the knotted sinew of his shoulders, as Jem’s focus remains on my breasts and intensifies this ache. Every place on my skin Jem touches jolts arousal and I move against him. Weeks of wanting this, of fantasising about Jem wanting me, and I’m finally here.
Jem’s mouth finds mine again, as his large palm closes around my ass. Fiercely, I kiss him and pull Jem onto me, desperate to be as melded with Jem as our mouths are. He needs to know my shyness wasn’t doubt. Jem matches the ferocity of my kiss, as our tongues slide in desperate want; a greed for each other no longer held back. His hand moves down my belly, toward the edge of my panties and I moan into his mouth, and close my eyes.
He pauses and when I open my eyes, Jem looks back with eyes darkened by desire. He stopped. Is this not what he wants? Gaze remaining on me, Jem slides a finger between the fabric of my panties and my belly, across my skin, teasingly close, and I wriggle against his hand, needing him to move lower, find how much I want him.
Jem hesitates again watching for a reaction, chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine.
“Jem, please…” My heart thumps, skin alight and the blinding need to be touched consumes like never before.
My words are enough. Jem’s kisses me again, a dizziness spreading through at the intensity, as he edges his fingers downward. Jem reaches my wet heat and skims a finger between my legs. I gasp, and buck against his hand as he strokes, but this isn’t enough. I hold his shoulders and am suddenly aware he’s trembling the same way I am, holding himself back.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me. I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re enthusiastic.”
“Jem, I want this,” I groan out in frustration.
Breathing hard, Jem kisses my face, my cheeks, my mouth, moving along my body kissing and licking. He moves downward, dipping his tongue into my bellybutton before he swirls his tongue to my hip.
He shifts, kneels on the floor and draws me to the edge of the bed, where he slowly kisses from my ankle and along my calf. Jem’s lips reach my inner thigh, venturing higher and part of me is screaming for him to keep going, over the building anxiety. I’ve no experience of this—oral on mew wasn’t on Dan’s list of things to do.
“Your legs kill me, Ruby. The first day I saw you I wanted them wrapped around me.” The words are spoken against my skin and he hooks both thumbs into my panties and tugs.
I tense and look away, body tingling with anticipation of what he’ll do as he pulls them off until I’m completely naked in front of him. Jem runs both hands up my thighs, circling his thumbs at the edge of my pussy, eyes focused on his action. I feel exposed but before I have a chance to catch up with the thoughts, he runs his tongue along. My mind splinters as he finds my clit, ripping any rational thought from my mind.
“Fuck!” I breathe out the word and arch against him. Jem laughs against me, the vibration intensifying the pleasure, setting my nerves alight.
Pulling my legs onto his shoulders, Jem holds my hips so I can’t move, exploring me with his hot tongue. When he eases a finger inside too, I’m lost. Lost to Jem, to here, to never going back from this new world. Jem focuses on me, swirling his tongue, sliding his fingers, shifting his pattern as he pays attention to my reactions.
I try to disguise the sounds, but these are the touches and kisses of a man tuned into me and inhibition won’t work. As I edge further to a place that’s blinding me with stars threatening to explode in sensation Jem stops. I groan at the loss of his mouth but his fingers remain where they are.
Kissing his way back up my body, Jem’s lips meet mine again, and the taste of myself on his tongue shocks and arouses me.
“That was unfair,” I push myself against his palm, not wanting the new sensation to end. Jem shifts and smiles at me; a lazy smile of a guy who knows what he’s doing and knows that he’s good at it.
“Didn’t I sound interested enough?” I ask, genuinely concerned I’m not doing this right.
“You’re enjoying yourself.” His whisper is a statement, not a question and is matched with the slow slide of his fingers, teasing a place inside I never knew existed, a place hardwired to the rest of my body and flooding shocks to my nerves.
“I want you inside me before…,” I say. “I mean, if you don’t stop you’re going to make me…” I can’t say the words, wish my brain would let go that little bit further.
Jem moves his face to my ear, hair and breath tickling my skin. “Come?”