The conversation is decidedly not sexy, but the way his fingers grip the waistband of my panties, the way his hot breath warms my skin, and the roughness of his voice is the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.
Jim slips my panties down my legs, leaving me exposed. I've never reveled in being so vulnerable to anyone before. But this is Jim, and I love him. I want to show him all of me--even the ugly parts.
"You were wearing tight jeans that hugged your ass perfectly and a black tank top that still gets me hard every time I see you wear it," he says. My head swims, but he doesn't explain. Instead, he grips my thighs again, holding them tight. He dips his face to the apex of my thighs, his nose skimming my soft curls.
I suck in a deep breath as his tongue jets out and slides along my folds. My head falls back, my eyes close, and I do my best to stay in the moment. Jim's tongue laps at my folds and skims through to my bud. I reach out and thread my fingers through his hair, holding it tight as he works me over. My arms and legs tingle, my core beats dramatically in rhythm to Jim's licks. His other hand reaches around and kneads my ass. A single finger traces the center line of my ass and dips between my cheeks. I don't want ass play, but I can't bring myself to say it. My lungs are already straining to suck in enough breath to keep me from passing out, but my fear turns out to be for nothing. His finger skims past my ass and beneath my cheek, then around my outer thigh and to my curls. His finger and tongue work together to create the most beautiful buzz that spreads throughout my entire body. His tongue and lips at my bud, sucking and lapping. His finger circles my pussy and then slowly slides inside. I gasp and try to catch my breath, but it's no use. Jim slides another finger into my wet pussy, teasing me relentlessly. In and out. Again and again. The throbbing builds, becoming more demanding, needing a release. My limbs burn hot, desperate to just let go already, but I can't. I want to, but it's not happening. Jim's ministrations falter just a moment before he changes positions and moans into my folds, creating a blissful sensation that quickly spreads to my legs and torso and even to the tips of my toes. Everything disappears for a moment as I lose myself to my release.
"Your hair was down. You were tired and nervous, but so fucking gorgeous," he says. I try to let his word sink in, but he's pulling me in his arms and carrying me to the bed. My legs are still shaking from the power of my orgasm, and my head is still swimming. I pry my eyes open in time to watch Jim as he sheds his clothes. For a man who drinks as much as he does, his body is incredible. All taut muscles, accented by tanned skin and tattoos. He has surprisingly muscular legs and a six pack I don't expect. Jim is, of course, stupidly handsome with a great body, but it's his eyes that have me biting my bottom lip in anticipation. Gray eyes that he gifted to his son stare down at me as he grabs a condom from the bedside table and then lowers himself to the bed. The tearing sound from the opened wrapper draws my attention to the apex of his thighs. I gulp at the sight of his hard dick. He's long and thick and pretty much everything a woman could ask for. It juts out from his body at the perfect angle. I don't even realize I'm rubbing my tender thighs together until Jim licks his lips and offers me a soft smile. It's almost shy even. Something that is so not the Jim I know and is endearing enough to somehow make me want him even more.
"You asked me why," Jim says. He rolls on the condom and parts my legs. He runs his hands over my thighs. His eyes darken as he guides himself to my entrance, but he pauses before even touching me. He has his free arm holding his torso off my body. The cords of his arm muscles are so close that I take the opportunity to place a kiss to them. His strong arms that lift our boys up, that keep him upright on his bike, and carry my groceries from the car to my kitchen are so important to who he is--to what he does--hold him above me. And I love these arms for what they do.
"Because I love Ian the same way I love Ryan. Maybe that's fucked. I don't know, but I do. I love that kid, and I want to give him better. I want to give him a family."
I don't have time to absorb what he's just said because he's sliding into me, inch by glorious, tight inch. All I can think is that we're a perfect fit, he and I. And he wants to give my boy something he's never had before. Beyond a family, he wants to give him a dad. It's so big and epic that I might cry from the feeling of him filling me up both physically and emotionally.
Once he's buried himself inside me, he stills and looks directly into my eyes.