Page 64 of Love JD

“Oh, God,” I moaned, letting my head fall back again.

“Okay, contrary creature,” he murmured, and his fingers closed over my nipple. Electric desire shot straight from my nipple to my core, causing me to squirm under him. “Here’s the deal.”

“Deal?” I huffed. Touch me, I begged silently. Tear off my clothes. Touch me. Please, I’m going to explode.

“Don’t orgasm,” he ordered.

I lifted my head again, my brows drawing together. “What?”

“Don’t come,” he repeated with slightly raised brows. He had slid down my body, and his mouth hovered over my other nipple. “No matter what I do.”

I gaped. “How is that—isn’t that the oppo—oh,” I moaned again. His mouth had closed over my other nipple, and the ache it caused between my squeezed legs was nearly unbearable. Suddenly, I couldn’t focus on what he meant. He flicked my right nipple with his fingers and lapped a warm circle around the left, and it was all I could do just to hold onto the white comforter beneath me while my head fell back again. My back arched, and I cried out as white-hot tension pulled at my clit.

“Fight it,” Zev whispered. “Resist it. Don’t come, Isla. Not even when I pinch here,” he pinched my nipple lightly, and it built the pressure between my legs. “Or when I touch you here,” his other hand stroked down the zipper of my jean shorts as he rose on his knees over me. “Fight me.”

I let out a gasping sound that wasn’t really a word at all, lost to everything but the insane things he was doing to my body.

The button on my jeans popped open, and hardly able to think coherently, I helped him wriggle them down my hips along with my underwear. I didn’t care that I had found myself completely naked under him with the lights on and my pride tossed somewhere across the room with my bra. The only thing I cared about was how desperately I needed Zev to touch me like that again. And more. So much more.

I stared at him with wide eyes as he moved further down the bed, kissing my stomach and then my thighs. I had my knees clamped tightly together, and I wondered how the hell I was going to survive the rest of this without my heart pounding straight out of my chest.

Zev looked deliciously wicked. His eyes held mine as he moved down my body, as if reveling in my reactions. He rubbed his rough chin against the sensitive skin between the crease of my thighs. “Open your knees, Isla.”

My breath hitched. I couldn’t. He couldn’t. Imagining sex was one thing, but imagining his mouth—

Zev parted my thighs with sudden intensity, prying them open with strong hands and an eyebrow raise. “Any time,” he reminded me. “You can stop me at any time.”

“Don’t you dare,” I breathed, up on my elbows now and watching him in wonder.

His mouth curved up. “Okay. Then lie back and close your eyes. And Isla?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t. Orgasm.”

I groaned, letting my head fall back again and surrendering to what I knew was going to be the most delightful torture of my life. How was I supposed to resist orgasming when I wasn’t sure how to make it happen in the first place?

“Does it ache?” he asked, whispering a kiss against the inside of my thigh.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Where?” He slid his fingers up my thigh toward the heat that throbbed with need. His fingers pressed just above my clit. “Here?”

I shook my head, panting hard.

“Here?” His fingers slid along the outside, and I wondered if it was possible to actually go insane from desire.

“No,” I gusted out.

His fingers parted me wide, and the slide of his tongue on my clit gave me such a swirl of relief and maddening satisfaction, I gripped the sheets again. “Agh,” I garbled.

Zev hummed again, and it vibrated against my swollen clit just before he swirled his tongue around the bud. “Found it.”

“Shit,” I hissed, and my hips rose up to meet him. I needed more.

“Not so fast,” he chided, but as he did, he slipped two fingers inside of me, and I didn’t think I could get wound up any tighter, but I’d been wrong. When he filled me like that, it was so good and so inadequate. I never wanted him to stop, and at the same time, I desperately wanted to reach the end.

I breathed hard, pushing against his fingers as they stretched me. He moved them slowly, hooking them up and around in a way that made my legs shake. “Zev,” I groaned.

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