The words came out more like a command than she’d intended– after all, it wasn’t that long ago that she’d determined to just relax and let Jet take control– but she couldn’t help it.
She didn’t just want him right then. She needed him, and that wasn’t hyperbole. She really felt like she might burst without his hot tongue on her aching core.
He popped his head up and she caught his eyes. He had a sly little smirk on his face and she groaned. Whatever game he was playing, she could see that he didn’t intend to give in to her demands without torturing her a little first.
“What would you say if I reversed course and started moving back up your body, baby?” he breathed, his husky whisper hitting her ear with barely enough volume for her to discern the words.
She moaned and fisted her fingers in the comforter, but as his mouth moved back up her belly and then captured first one and then the other of her nipples, the moans that had started out from protest quickly turned to passion.
He swirled his tongue around each of her hard nipples, drawing the tight ache of sensation in them to higher and higher fever points. Her back arched again, driving the sensitive buds deeper into his hot mouth.
Letting go of the knots of fabric she’d unconsciously gathered in her grip, she grasped the hair at the back of his head, entwining his shaggy rock star layers between her demanding fingers.
She pushed his head down, wanting nothing so much as to get closer to him. There was nothing in the world she wanted and needed more. Closer was the only goal. Closer was the only thing that existed.
His fingers moved in between her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there as they drew ever closer to the dripping vee between her legs.
She couldn’t keep her hips still. They rolled back and forth, thrusting and rolling to a rhythm that only existed in the energy flowing back and forth between her soul and Jet’s.
Without warning or lead up, he thrust his fingers into her soft, waiting wetness. She cried out and squeezed her inner walls around his fingers.
After the initial scream had escaped her, the most she could manage were whimpers. The waves of pleasure that the combination of his tongue on her breasts and his fingers inside her was reducing her to nothing but a quivering mass of jelly.
And the thing that was crazy to her, so out of character, was that she didn’t hate being a quivering mass of jelly. In fact, she really liked being a quivering mass of jelly. At that moment, being strong-willed, independent and in control seemed like a path for chumps. Quivering mass of jelly-dom was where it was at!
Running her fingers through his hair, riding high on a cloud of euphoria, she murmured, “Oh, yes, Jet. Take me. Take all of me. I’m yours.”
He rose up over her and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her as passionately as he ever had. When he drew back, he looked deep into her eyes and she felt like he was looking straight down into her soul. “Abs,” he said seriously. “That’s exactly what I want. And that’s exactly what I’m about to do.”