“You okay?” He stills.
“Yes!” I push my hips against him. “Don’t stop.”
Jem moves back and places his hand on my stomach, then pulls out, sliding in again teasingly slow. “This looks so hot,” he says, breathlessly, unable to look away from where we meet.
I shift and grip Jem with my legs, partly because I want him to stop staring at me, but also because the tighter they wrap around him, the more intense the sensation. Jem pulls my leg up, thrusting hard and pushing against the spot that guarantees me a place in the stars.
I moan and Jem takes this as his green light, pounding into me hard and fast, propelling me to the magic place and tearing away any remaining shyness about being screwed in the open air by Jem. I can’t hold back the groans I normally try to, and I get louder as the tingling spreads through me, pushing me closer to the building orgasm.
Jem stops.
“Don’t do this again!” I complain, propping myself up on one elbow to give him a filthy look.
Jem grins then puts his thumb in his mouth, wetting the tip, not speaking. As soon as he touches my sensitive clit, I don’t care that he’s stopped. His thumb jolts the hardwiring that sparks into every nerve ending. He slowly thrusts into me again, smug smile on his face.
I gaze at Jem as he watches what he’s doing, mouth parted. He responds to each sound I make, joining me with noises of appreciation as he carefully moves. This is torture, I attempt to cling him to me again, but he pushes down against my thigh.
“Come for me, Ruby,” he says, hooded eyes on mine. He licks his thumb before pressing again.
The sensation blinds, taking me by surprise and I shout out his name. Immediately, Jem removes his hand and grips my ass, thrusting into me harder and faster as I climax around him, pleasure pulsing through as my tight grip on him intensifies with each push. Jem’s fingers dig harder into my skin, breathing heavier as he swears repeatedly under his breath; eyes closed until he pushes himself to the hilt one last time and let’s go a shout of his own.
Jem sinks onto me, kissing my mouth hard, before switching to soft kisses as he strokes damp hair from my face.
He bumps his nose against mine. “And that, Ruby Tuesday, is why you don’t tease me.”
The position is awkward but we lie together for a moment, caught in the afterglow as our sticky skin cools in the breeze. Never in my life have I trusted someone so completely with my body as I do Jem. Now all I need to do is trust him with my heart.