Page 60 of Time for Change

“Yes?”

Pulling back just enough, I meet his gaze and state, “Take me upstairs.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

In one swift motion, he’s standing up, me still in his arms. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on tight as he maneuvers through his house and ascends the stairs. “I can walk,” I insist, but he refuses to let go.

“I’ve got you, Sweets.” His breath is warm against my ear as he trails his lips down my jaw.

We make it to his room without incident, but getting to his bed is another story. Just as he goes to lay me down, my hair gets caught on the zipper of my bag. I cry out as he lowers me, which presses my back into my duffel. I start to giggle as he mumbles a quick, “Shit,” and tries to extract my hair from the claws of the zipper.

When it’s finally free, we move to the middle of the bed, kicking off my bag in the process. Jack sighs and shakes his head. “That wasn’t romantic,” he mutters, making me giggle again.

I reach for his face, bringing it back in line with mine. “It was perfect,” I insist, opening my mouth and slamming my lips against his.

Everything starts to come off at this point. We’re pulling and grappling at each other’s pants, trying to get them off as quickly as possible. My leggings go flying with his jeans right after. We’ve both left on our underwear and socks, and even though I want to check out his body, I need his weight pressing me into the bed, I crave the feel of his skin against mine more.

There’ll be time for ogling later.

He covers me with his body and kisses my neck. His lips are soft, yet firm as they slowly trail their way down to my chest. Jack lavishes plenty of attention to each nipple before continuing his trek downward. His tongue dips into my naval, then lazily drags down to my panties. He places open-mouthed kisses across the lacy hem, his eyes glancing up and meeting my gaze. “What do you say to me taking these off?”

My throat is dry and my heart hammering in my chest. I can’t nod in agreement fast enough, which earns me a sexy little grin.

He slips the pads of his fingers beneath the elastic and starts to shimmy the panties down. I lift my hips, giving him all the help he needs to remove the useless scrap of material. When they reach my ankles, he tosses them behind him and returns his attention to my pussy. Breathing is incredibly difficult as I watch him lick his lips and lie between my legs.

“Aren’t you going to take off your underwear?” I whisper, barely able to hear my own words over the blood swooshing in my ears.

“Yes, but first…” Jack lowers his mouth and swipes his tongue through my wet pussy. A mixture of his groan and my own fills the room. He does it again, this time, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue and sending shock waves of pleasure through my entire body.

With my hands at my sides, I grasp the sheet and hold on tight. Jack licks and sucks at my clit, while sliding one finger around my entrance. My limbs are tense as anticipation takes hold. Holding my breath, I only release it when he presses that single finger into my body. I can feel the charge, as my internal muscles start to grip him. I’m so worked up, the combination of his mouth and finger causing my orgasm to build quickly. There’s no stopping it.

His lips wrap around my clit, as he sucks it gently into his mouth. His finger twists, curling upward and stroking that magical place deep inside a woman no man seems to be able to find. But Jack found it in a matter of seconds, coaxing my release out of me. I detonate, my orgasm washing over me. It grips my lungs and limbs as I cry out in ecstasy. My body is a fully charged live wire, and there’s nothing I can do but ride the wave.

When it finally subsides, I lie limp on the mattress. I can’t even open my eyes; I’m completely spent and sated. I feel his mouth press more kisses across my pelvis, as he gently pulls his finger from my body. He kisses his way up my abdomen, and the moment his tongue circles one of my hard nipples, I feel the stir of desire in my core once more. How is that even possible after the release I just had?

“You all right up there?” he asks, kissing his way across one breast to show some attention to the other.

“I’m not sure. I think I just saw Jesus.”

He snorts and removes his mouth from my body. I can feel his eyes on me, so I crack open my heavy eyelids and find him smiling, watching me. “I think that might be a compliment.”

“Oh, yeah. A big one,” I tell him, giving him a tired grin. “But I just realized something.”

His face sobers. “What’s that?”

“You’re still wearing your underwear.”

That smirk is back, and he glances down. His cock is sticking straight out, the material of his boxer briefs tented. “You would be correct.”

I reach for them, sliding my hands into the elastic waistband. “We should remedy that.”

“We should,” he agrees, going up on his knees before climbing off the bed.

I watch in complete rapture as he grips his underwear and pulls them down his legs. His cock springs free, hard, thick,and beautiful. I’ve never considered a dick beautiful before, but really, that’s the only way to describe it. Suddenly, every spec of fatigue I felt before is replaced with a new wave of desire, and all I want to do is get my hands on him.

He moves to the nightstand and pulls out a new box of condoms. Ripping open the package, he takes one out and places it on the bed. I reach for the condom, but he grabs it before I can. “As much as I’d love to watch and feel your hands on me, if you do that, it’ll be over before we even get started,” he says, the corner of his mouth curling up.

At least I seem to affect him the say way he affects me.

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