A half smile curves my lips; I snap my fingers and a small table appears next to the couch. I snap them again and a stereo comes to rest on the wicker. Yet another snap has music drifting and mingling in the breezes around us.
And then I return the favor and take his breath away when I slowly tug my shirt over my head. I toss it to the side, swaying to the beat playing. One by one, I strip off my clothes in front of him until nothing is left. I take my time, reveling in how my body moves to the music and how glazed his eyes become with each new part of my body revealed.
I slowly, deliberately make my way to the couch, straddling him as I bend down to capture his mouth with mine. If I thought he was hard before, it’s nothing compared to now—the cotton of his shorts straining tightly against my bare flesh. As soon as his hands reach up to wrap around me, I lean back and wag my finger again, pushing him back with my other hand. “Uh-uh. Just relax.”
I want to laugh at the look he gives me, like relaxing is the very last thing in all the worlds he want to do right now. It’s okay. I’ll have him relaxed right when I need him to. “No touching. Not until I tell you it’s okay.”
I swear, wildfire rages through my veins at the look he gives me then. Because this look? It’s all about possibilities I can’t wait to cash in.
I bend down and lick a line from the base of his neck up to just below his ear. He groans softly, his head falling back against the couch cushion. I lower myself gently until I get another groan. My kisses, feather light, tease until he’s trembling beneath me.
“Chloe, please,” he whispers against my mouth.
He’s been such a good boy, keeping his hands where I’ve told him. But I’m not quite ready to give him exactly what he wants. I take my sweet time exploring his body with my mouth and hands, reveling in how hard and fast his heart beats beneath my touch and how heavy his breaths become. When I fear I might combust, I slowly, slowly unzip his shorts and fold the sides back.
Well now. How fortuitous. He’s gone commando today.
I take him in my hands; he gasps. I love this sound of his. I love knowing that he makes it because of me. I challenge myself then—no giving in until I get a good, solid three of these delicious gasps.
I let go momentarily so I can sink down against him. I get a gorgeous moan, but it’s not the same. So I kiss him, hard and deep, leaning up slightly so I can run my nails down his length. Bingo.
He whispers my name again; I cut him off by reclaiming his mouth with mine just long enough for his eyes to drift close. I want him to see the stars he always brings to me. So, I trail kisses down his neck, to his collarbone, my hands spreading out across his chest.
Suddenly, we’re flipped, with me on my back and him over me. I yank his head down to me and there are no more games, no more teasing. My tongue strokes his and we are going for the gold in kissing. His shorts come off and then he’s right where I need him, moving inside of me. Hip to hip, thrust to thrust, our bodies dancing in perfect harmony to the music filling the air around us. Gods, I love this man.
We explode together, right on cue. Even though we didn’t merge, my mind splinters into a thousand, happy shards of bliss.
I’m panting hard, searching for my breath, when Jonah says in wonder, “I can feel you.”
I laugh tiredly. Contentedly. “I can feel you, too.” He’s still in me, as a matter of fact.
He gently cups my face, brushing his lips against me. “No. I can feel you.” A hand comes to lazily trace my breast before resting over my heart. “Your emotions, love. Right after you came.”
It’s my turn to gasp. “Yeah?”
His head ducks briefly to brush a kiss across a nipple. And then, there’s the dimple, making me want to swoon all over again. “Yeah.”
Thank the gods. I jump into his head; he enters mine. Long minutes later, we explode again, this time so strongly I’m nothing more than a quivering puddle of ecstasy afterward. Sweaty and tired, I tangle my body in his so we can drift off to sleep together.
My happiness knows no end.