Page 79 of Every Beat of My Heart

Impatiently, he pushed up my shirt so he could take one nipple into his mouth. This was so much better than phone sex. I loved his voice and his darkly issued commands. But feeling his hands and his mouth on my body was so much better.

There was a burning in my core, an ache. “Jameson. I need you.”

“I know you do, baby, but I have to take my time.”

I nearly groaned at his response. I tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he got the hint, helping me pull it over his head, then tossing it somewhere. I worked on his belt buckle as he sucked on my nipple. When I finally managed to get his zipper down, I cupped him through the cotton of his briefs.

Jameson pulled back so he rested on his heels, considering me. “I need you to be naked. I need a bed for this.”

One second I was sprawled on the couch, and the next, I was up and over his shoulder as he carried me down the hallway. He kicked open the bedroom door.

He gently lowered me to the bed, then pushed down his pants and briefs, his cock bobbing free of the material.

I moved to my knees, desperate to touch it. I licked the precum off the tip and he sucked in a breath. The muscles of his stomach were rigid, and I sensed he was holding back, letting me do my thing.

I hadn’t done this for anyone in a long time. I always got the impression that Eric didn’t enjoy it. I hoped that Jameson would like my efforts because I wanted to please him.

I gripped the base of his cock while I licked the head, then sucked him into my mouth.

“Fuck, baby. That’s hot.”

I pulled off and looked up at him. “I like when you call me baby.”

It might have seemed cliché for anyone else to do it, but I sensed that Jameson didn’t call other women baby. There was something about us that felt different, special. Maybe it was the way we’d gotten to know each other. First as friends, and then as more, that made everything more heightened, more everything.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”

I popped off. “That’s the idea.”

Jameson dropped his knee to the bed and stalked over me until I was flat on my back. “You are wearing way too many clothes.”

My breath hitched as he pulled my sweats down with his teeth. I’d never seen a man do that, especially not with me. It made me feel desirable.

When my pants were off, he touched my legs gently, placing kisses on my inner thigh as he moved slowly up my body.

My muscles were quivering, and my core ached for him to touch me there. “Please, Jameson.”

“I got you.” His breath fanned over my skin. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

“No.” I felt needy, breathless.

“Almost too good to eat.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that huffed out of my mouth. Only he would tease me in a moment like this. “Jameson.”

“But I can’t resist you.” He licked me, and my back flattened against the bed. It felt like heaven to have his mouth on me. The sensations were almost too much between his fingers inside me, his tongue, and his lips.

I cried out when he sucked hard on my clit, his fingers mimicking the rhythm of him fucking me with his cock. I needed more. Just when I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore, I tumbled over the edge, trembling with the aftershocks.

He moved up my body, grabbing a condom from somewhere, ripping the package, and smoothing the rubber over his cock. He knelt between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. He looked at me with so much tenderness in his eyes, yet there was an intensity to them. “Is this what you want?”

I nodded, then palmed his cheek. “I want you, Jameson.”

Something shifted in his eyes as he slowly slid inside, waiting for me to adjust to his size and presence. It had been a long time since I’d been intimate with anyone.

His hands were braced on either side of me, and his muscles rigid with tension as he held back.

“Please.”

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