“I know exactly what I’m going to do to you,” he whispers as his eyes start to burn hotter. His hand comes out and touches the side of my leg lightly, causing goose pimples to spring up. “I’ve spent so much time these last few weeks imagining what I’d do to you if I had you in this position that I know down to the fine details how this night is going to play out. And I swear to God, Jane… it’s going to be so fucking good.”
A cramp of longing hits me in two places at once. Right in my sex and right in the center of my chest. Those words and the promises of pleasure they held may have been the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever heard in my life. The look of stark need on his face, and the reverent way he just spoke them, made my heart contract with hope. I know without a doubt Kyle has been missing something in his life by the way in which he’s looking at me, and knowing I can fulfill whatever this void is gives me all the feels.
It gives me the best kind of feels, and I know after tonight, my life is not going to be the same. I’m pretty sure Kyle’s won’t either.
CHAPTER 16
Kyle
I just promised Jane that I was going to make her feel good, and I intend to keep that promise. I’m rusty as fuck when it comes to giving a woman pleasure, but I didn’t lie to her just now when I told her I’ve been fantasizing about this for some time. I’ve probably thought up a dozen different scenarios involving Jane, all while jacking off to said fantasies, so I know exactly what I’m going to do to her tonight.
She stares up at me… eyes wide and trusting. Mouth slightly parted to where I can barely see a peek of her teeth through those full lips that have starred in a few of those fantasies.
I have to resist the impulse to strip her quickly and take her hard and fast. It’s the way I’ve fucked for so long that I’ve forgotten the nuances and pleasures of foreplay.
But tonight, I’m making a change. Jane is a different class of woman, and what I know about her I like. She deserves to feel good, and I want to be the one to give that to her. I want to own that about her.
I bring my other knee to the mattress and place my palms down beside her shoulders. As I hover over her, I take in every tiny detail of her face. I’ve never seen green eyes as brilliant as hers. They are now as dark as emeralds, but I’ve seen them lighten to the shade of mint when she laughs. Even though she’s a blonde, her lashes are fairly dark, which make her eyes stand out like beacons brighter than the lighthouse. Her nose is narrow but slopes upward slightly, making her look sassier than I know her to be. And well… those lips. Like I said, they’ve had top billing in a few fantasies.
Jane lies below me, completely giving herself over. She’s placing a huge responsibility on my shoulders, but I’ve handled tougher burdens in my life.
While my fingers itch to touch her and I’m already hard as a rock, I need to start right with Jane.
So I dip my head down and touch my mouth to hers softly. While I had intended to go gently, the touch of her lips against mine is completely electric, and both of us groan in appreciation.
I press against her mouth harder before giving her my tongue. Again, she groans. A slightly rougher sound rumbles in my chest, filling me with an animal urgency that I know is going to be hard as hell to keep at bay. I want her so badly that I can feel my control already starting to slip, even though all we’ve done is shared the beginning of a hot kiss.
In my mind, I know I should slow things down, but Jane doesn’t make it any easier by slipping her hands under my t-shirt and snaking them up my torso. The feel of her soft skin against my abs makes my head spin deliriously. She makes a tiny sound of frustration as she tries to push my t-shirt up, but doesn’t know how to get it off.
Not wanting her to suffer, I push up, going to my knees. I peel my shirt off, loving the eagerness with which her eyes roam over my skin. She lingers on my tats and I know I’ll answer for them at some point, but then I’m stunned when her eyes drop down to stare at the erection pushing against my jeans. I’m so hard it hurts, and her looking at it makes it hurt even worse.
Tentatively, Jane’s hands come to the top button. She looks up at me for a moment, maybe for permission, I’m not sure. But my throat is so dry that all I can do is swallow hard as I stare back at her.
She must take my silence as tacit approval for she pops the first button. My cock jumps and tightens as she pops the next, revealing the head of my dick. I watch, mesmerized, as she slowly runs her thumb over the exposed skin.
Jane lets out a stuttering breath and pops the next button, giving some relief to the ache, but I can’t stand this slow torture she’s wreaking on me. In a burst of energized need, I bat Jane’s hands away before reaching down and hauling her up with my hands under her armpits. I pull her right up to her knees so we’re facing each other.