Page 96 of Jett

I got carried away and said more than I should have.

“I saw some papers on your desk, some courses or something. The leaflets were just lying there,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I snuck a peek. I didn't go through your mail. I would never.”

“I've been doing some business courses in the evenings.”

This only reminds me that she's leaving, and I don't want to think about that.

“How many lovers have you had?” she asks. Apparently she doesn't want to talk about her leaving either.

“You want me to count?” I protest.

“You expected me to count.”

Fair point.

“After Sophia died ...” I try to think. I had a year of celibacy, and then I went wild. There were many, and I’m struggling to count.

A warm hand lands on my chest, stroking my skin. “We don't have to go there,” Cari says softly, before pressing her lips to mine. I want to tell her. I want to share, but not this. Not yet. It's raw, and too soon, and I don't want my past to taint my present.

Her eyes assess me, like she needs to know that I'm okay.

This is what I mean. This woman gets me. She knows what I need, what I feel, often before I realize it myself.

She grinds herself against my hand between her legs. I want her to feel good, because I am grateful, I slowly slide two fingers in again, making her arch her back. She shudders as I glide in and out slowly.

Then she leans towards me and kisses me again, this time a long-lasting kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth as she bucks against my fingers. Breaking the kiss, she asks, “Can we go again?”

“I’m ready.”

She reaches down and grasps my cock in her hand. “So you are.” She wipes the wetness from my tip and smears it over the head, eliciting a dirty hiss from me. She continues to stroke me until I can take no more. Moving her hand away, I sit up against the headboard.

“I thought you liked what I was doing,” she protests.

“I fucking loved it.” But the intense pleasure she’s giving me is turning painful. “Sit down,” I order, like I have many times in the office.

“Sit?” She lifts up slowly, covering herself with the sheet.

“On my cock.”

She gasps. “What?”

“You heard. Take control. Slide onto my cock. Slowly. Swallow me.” I pull the sheet away, so she’s naked. That familiar bite of her lower lips tells me where her mind is at. She’s nervous and unsure, but she obeys, just like I knew she would.

“Can I turn the lamp off?”

“I want to watch you.” My cock lies against my stomach and she moves to straddle me, positioning my tip at her entrance. “You control it. Do it as slowly as you need to.” I stroke her clit gently and watch her pupils grow. A sigh slips from her luscious lips. I love this cause and effect. I love watching Cari react to my touch.

“I should be used to it by now,” she says, taking an inch of me in. She lifts up and rests her hands on my shoulders, dangling her pretty perky breasts in front of my face.

I grunt, because the friction between us is so good. She giggles nervously again, and then sinks onto me a little more. I let out a sigh as I slide into her wetness.

“Condom,” I groan, suddenly remembering. She moves off of me as I reach into my drawer and pull out a foil packet. Ripping it open, I unroll it and hand it to her. “Put it on me.”

Her eyes flutter, but she takes it and rolls it on perfectly. Just watching her, hesitant and unsure, naked and straddling my thighs, is one of the biggest turn-ons of my life. This woman undoes me like no other.

“Perfect.” I grit my teeth, letting her set the pace. Her eyes meet mine, but she looks hesitant again.

“What’s wrong?”

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