I keep my arm around her waist, not enough to scare her off, just enough so she knows I’ll resist if she tries to back away. When she stops struggling and looks into my eyes, I say, “I didn’t say I wanted you to stop.”
Her bottom lip drops and I can’t resist the growl rumbling in my chest. Still caught in the haze of half-sleep, between dreams and reality, past and present, I capture her lower lip and nibble, laving it with my tongue. She moans into my mouth, her fingers now clutching at my shoulders.
“Jack, I have to get to work.”
I kiss a path down her throat. “You will.” Eventually.
“As in on time.”
“Now that, I don’t know if I can do,” I say as I bite the swell of her breast exposed by her dress. Her retort gets stuck somewhere in her throat and I take advantage of her silence by peeling down the top portion of her dress until her breasts are bared to my attention.
Her hands go to my head as my lips make the achingly slow journey to her hardened nipple. I suck it into my mouth and her fingers dive into my hair to hold me against her. I flick my tongue in a wicked pattern until she writhes against me.
“I don’t…I can’t…”
“Shh. Yes. Yes, you can.” Suddenly, I want it more than anything. I want to feel her come undone under my hands. Want to see the sweet release come in waves across her face. I need to take her there. Erase his memory. Make her mine again.
Mine.
I’ll be sure enough for the both of us. I slip my hands under her exposed breasts and lift them up so I can give them the attention I remember she loved so much. I take one in each hand, my thumb and finger tweaking them ever so slightly that each subtle movement sends shocks throughout her body.
When she’s moaning, mindless, I flip her under me, her dress bunched up around her hips. My head moves from her breasts and down her stomach to kiss her belly button. My tongue slips in for a moment and she gasps. Then I nuzzle the line of her panties with my nose.
I look up at her flushed face before I make the next move. She glances down between us and wedges her fingers under the waistband of her panties until she can shimmy out of them. I tear my gaze away from her eyes, wanting to watch her face and look my fill, and not knowing which I want more.
“This okay?” I ask, gauging her reaction as I fit my shoulders between her legs.
She spreads them in increments, thighs trembling, but I don’t rush her, the anticipation all the more monumental because of her trust. To show my gratitude, I kiss the inside of her thigh causing her to throw her head back. I kiss the other and make the slow journey down each until I reach her *.
I pull my hands away from her breasts and look up at her face long enough to guide her hands where mine just were. The sight of her touching her breasts wrings a groan from my chest, the vibration against her sensitive skin causes her legs to press against my shoulders in response.
“I’ve imagined you like this for the past ten years,” I say gruffly. “You’re definitely gonna be late for work.” Then I flick my tongue over her and she cries out, needy. Wanting. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make it worth it.”
“No, Jack, I mean it. I don’t know if I can.” She clutches handfuls of my hair and I shiver just looking up at her dazed face.
There’s a hint of tension tightening her eyes so I move up, focus on her words. “Don’t know if you can what?” She glances away and I bring a hand to her cheek to look at me. “If you want to stop, we can. We can wait.”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t know. I just don’t want to disappoint you. This…sex. It’s not easy for me. I don’t…I haven’t done this in a long time.”
I stroke her stomach and lean up to press a kiss against her lips, tasting her, reassuring her. “No pressure here, baby. I just want to make you feel good. Just want to take away the pain for a little while. Can I do that?”
Nodding, she reaches up to kiss me back, then guides me back down her body. I nudge her legs back open and settle between them, determined. I can give her this. I wasn’t there when she needed me most, but I can be here now. Give her this reprieve.
With her pleasure in mind, the sound of her breathless gasps in my ear, I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth, teasing her ruthlessly with my tongue.
I lift her hip with one hand, cupping it to bring her closer to my mouth. If her mouth had been intoxicating, the taste of her desire is a drug and I dive in, eager to stoke my own growing addiction. I alternate between her clit and her entrance, not sure which I want to taste more.
When she’s bucking beneath me and her moans grow louder, I free a hand and slip two fingers inside, my abs tightening when her tight channel sucks my fingers in with desperate clenches.
Warm. Wet. Slick. If I were less of a man, I’d come in my jeans just feeling her tighten around me with a desperate sob. I nearly do when she reaches down to grip my hair and lift her hips to meet my mouth.