Page 59 of Loved By You

“Do you need some help with that, sweetheart?” His hand leaves the back of my neck and traces down the front of my body, brushing over my swollen breasts and settling in between legs, under my dress and finding my clit.

“God, don’t stop.” My voice sounds strangled.

“I don’t plan to, sweetheart.”

His fingers push aside my underwear and slide between my folds. “Fuck, you are so wet. I’ve been thinking of this pussy ever since our call.”

I dig my nails into his shoulders and arch my back. I am so close and he's barely touched me.

“I need to taste you,” he demands, his voice gravelly and strained, and he runs his tongue along my bottom lip, making me whimper in pleasure

I don't overthink it. I unwrap my legs from his waist and he places me down on my feet, pinning me against the wall. He bends down, pushing up my dress and dragging my soaked underwear down my legs. I step out of them and watch him as he brings them to his face, inhaling my scent. “Mmm, so fucking sweet,” he moans.

Jack on his knees in front of me may be the hottest thing I have ever seen. I feel so empowered, knowing this man is at my feet, wanting to put my pleasure ahead of his.

His hooded eyes meet mine, and my ragged breathing starts to slow. I bite down on my lower lip and give him a slow nod; the permission I know he's waiting for.

“I’m going to need you to open up those legs for me, sweetheart.”

Dear God, did he just say that?

I part my legs slowly, watching as his eyes stare at me intently, his jaw flexing, showcasing that perfect jawline of his. He lets out a low moan, and holy hell, if it isn't the hottest sound, my nipples pebble against the fabric of my dress at the sight of him between my open legs. I’m exposed, but my want for him, for his touch, outweighs any insecurities I have in this moment.

“Do you know how long I've waited to taste you?”

I close my eyes, my chest heaving and the throbbing between my legs becoming unbearable.

And then I feel it. His mouth clamps down on my clit and I almost explode on the spot.

“Jack… oh, my God,” I gasp.

His warm tongue licks through my folds and back up to my clit. The sound he lets out almost has me coming on the spot and it only spurs me on. I feel another rush of moisture and I know he feels it too when he moans again.

“Fuck, you taste so good, sweetheart,” he murmurs, face still in between my legs.

“Please,” I beg. I Need more.

He lifts one leg, placing it over his shoulder, opening me up for him, then he slides two fingers inside me.

My back arches away from the wall as his expert fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot he seems to find so easily.

Sucking on my clit and plunging his fingers inside at a pace that has me teetering on the edge of euphoria. I have never felt pleasure like it. My hands grip the back of his head as I grind against his mouth.

“Jack,” I rasp. “I'm gonna come. I'm gonna cu—” I don't finish that last word, as an orgasm a hundred times more powerful than the first one he gave me rips through me and I wonder how I am still standing or even conscious at the end of it. He continues to lick and thrust his fingers through my release, slowing the pace as I free fall back down to earth.

A sheen of sweat runs in between my breasts, my breathing still erratic my eyes feel so heavy I struggle to keep them open and focus on Jack. I do my best and look down at the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on kneeling before me. His dark sandy hair has that just fucked look, thanks to my hands clawing at him as I rode his face. He is still panting too and we just stay like that, staring at each other. We know it’s there; we know how we both feel about one another, but still not finding a way to actually say it and admit it. I know we need to talk and figure out what thisis. I can’t run again. I don't even want to. I want him and I need to tell him because I fear if I don’t, I could lose him for a second time and I don't think my heart could handle that.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jack

Rising to my feet, licking the remnants of Ria’s arousal off my lips, I press my body against hers. I can feel the thump, thump of her heart through her chest matching mine.

Fuck, I want to be inside her, but I want our first time to be special. She deserves more than a quickie up against the janitor's closet wall. I should have resisted tonight, restrained myself, but the way she looked in that dress and the feel of her in my arms, I snapped. I had to taste her, be close to her. I know she wanted it to too but I hope to God I haven’t scared her and fucked this up. I press my lips to hers and hear her whimper as she tastes herself on me. I need to know we are okay. Need to know she's not getting ready to run again.

I feel her hands at the waistband of my pants and the tug of my button coming undone. The kiss turns frantic again and I start tolose myself in her. She reaches inside my pants and pulls free my hard cock; the tip dripping with precum. She swipes her thumb over the end, smearing my arousal over me before she rubs her hand up and down my shaft.

“Fuck, Ri,” I groan, not breaking the kiss. I am seconds away from coming and I need to try and make this last. I reach in between her legs again as a way to distract me from my own building pleasure, but she pauses. Looking at me through her thick lashes, her crystal blue eyes glistening under the fire exit light, she licks her lips. The air crackles between us and I can’t fight this anymore. I want her, I need her.

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