J.C. and the Bijoux Jolis (Blueberry Lane 3 - The Rousseaus #3)

“Well…?” he asked.

“That’s never happened to me,” she confessed.

“Multiple orgasms?”

She grinned at him. “Not three.”

“So you’re saying I’m the first?” he asked, looking cocky.

“Yep,” she said, “that’s what I’m saying.”

“Want to know a secret?” he asked.

She nodded.

“We’re only halfway done.”

“Is that right?” she asked.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Oh, yeah. My goal is at least six before tomorrow.”

Her hands were flat on his chest, but now she skimmed one down over the ripples of his abs, tracing half of a pronounced V of muscle from his hip to his pelvis, finally brushing her fingers lightly over his straining cock and resting them there.

“Number four’s all you,” she said, using her other hand to push him onto his back.

“You don’t have to…,” he said as she pressed kisses to his chest, moving lower with each touch, her fingers wrapping around his velvet steel to stroke it up and down. “Ah…baby…,” he groaned.

When she reached his stomach, she repositioned herself between his legs, crouching over him with her ass in the air, and bent her head to lick the tip of his cock.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed as she opened her mouth and slid her lips from his tip to the base, one hand still clutching him tightly, the other playing with his heavy balls like marbles.

“Soon,” she answered, taking him throat-deep again.

His hands found their way to her head, his fingers threading through her hair, though neither guiding nor forcing her head, which bobbed as she licked and sucked, tracing a vein along one side of his shaft with her tongue before licking the drops of salty pre-cum from the glistening top.

He groaned, sliding his hands to her face and stilling her movements. “I don’t want to come without you.”

“Yes, you do,” she contradicted him, trying to lean forward to take him in her mouth again.

“No, baby,” he said. “I want to be with you. I want…”

She stopped fighting him and sat back on her haunches, looking into his face. “What?”

He threw an arm over his eyes. “I feel like a kid.”

She shimmied up his body, straddling his chest and pushing at his arm. “Tell me.”

“I want…” He searched her eyes, then said, “…I want to watch you. I want to be, you know, looking at you.”

“You want to watch me come?”

He nodded. “While I’m inside of you.”

And suddenly it occurred to her that it was possible—just possible—that he’d never done so before. That he’d always closed his eyes, or looked away, or just not met his partner’s eyes while fucking her. And here, now, with her, he wanted to change that.

Reaching for his cock, she held it firmly, positioning herself over the tip before sinking down slowly, so very slowly, onto his hardness. Sheathing it within her. And holding his eyes all the while.

“Lib,” he gasped, his voice strangled.

“Look at me,” she said, feeling the walls of her sex stretch to accommodate his thickness. She looked down at her pelvis, at the place where they were joined so intimately, so completely. “Look at us.”

His almost-black eyes flicked down to where his cock disappeared into her body before trailing slowly back to her eyes. He put his hands on her hips and she moved up, then down, sliding her body on his cock, taking him deep before arching up again. As he pulled her hips forward, she leaned over his chest to kiss him and her clit rubbed flush against his pubic bone, which massaged her tight, throbbing nub. She found his lips with hers as she continued to grind against him, his tongue swirling around in her mouth as a fourth orgasm started building low in her belly.

She leaned back and he sat up, wrapping his arms around her and looking deeply into her eyes as he thrust upward, tighter and faster, the tip of his cock rubbing her inner wall and making her moan with pleasure. Her head started to fall back, but he reached behind her neck, forcing it upright.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he demanded. “Don’t look away from me. I want to see you, Libitz…I want to…”

She panted in tandem with his thrusts, her breasts rubbing against his chest, tears welling in her eyes as the whirling in her belly exploded, sending fissures of heat throughout her body and making her muscles convulse with wave after wave of pleasure. And all the while, she stared into his eyes. Let him see what he did to her, how she felt about him, that he was her first in so many ways tonight.