Page 44 of Let Me Say It Again

“No,” I growled. “You just don’t look like yourself.” I tossed her shirt on the sofa and dipped my head, placing my lips on the swell of one breast, then the other. “Figures today of all days you’d wear a bra.”

Brows furrowed, Jade asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think I’m blind? I know you don’t always wear a bra.” Always figured it was meant to torture me and other men.

“I was meeting your mother. Of course I wore a bra.”

“Well, I’ve got to say, I wish today was one of the days you didn’t. So, what do you say we remedy things and take it off?”

She rolled her eyes. “You talk a lot, you know that?” She promptly unclasped it and shot it straight across the room.

I couldn’t have cared less about that right now, though, as I cupped her luscious tits. This was the first time I was seeing them, feeling them, and I couldn’t get enough. Desperation won over, and I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it before grating it between my teeth. “Fuck, Jade. Your tits are works of art.”

“I wish I could say the same about your cock, but I still haven’t had the pleasure of seeing it.”

“Patience, Jade. Patience.”

I should have practiced what I preached, but I was a greedy fucking man when it came to her and I needed both of her nipples. So I moved from one to the other, taking each nipple in my mouth, sucking on them with abandon.

Taking control of the situation, she rolled her hips once, twice, and tugged on my hair, her head falling back slightly asa moan escaped her lips as my hand pushed against her panty-clad pussy. Even with clothes on, it was impossible to deny how she made me feel. “I think you’re wrong,” she said.

I wasn’t sure about what but didn’t care. I made a noise deep in my throat, not wanting to let up on her nipples, sucking and biting them as she began riding me faster and faster.

When I finally did let up on them, I wet my lips. “I’m never wrong.”

“That’s not true,” she breathed. “Man, why haven’t I dry humped since high school? This feels too good.”

I hadn’t done this since high school either and never thought I’d be into it as an adult, but fuck if I wasn’t ready for her to orgasm so I could listen to an unsuppressed moan tumble from her lips, her body trembling and her skin glistening with sweat.

The more she moved over me, the more I could feel the heat from her pussy radiating between us and over me.

She ground down on me one last time before her legs started trembling and a hazed look glossed over her eyes.

“Hey, eyes on me,” I demanded, placing a finger on her chin to jerk her head forward when I knew she wanted to toss it back. But I wanted to see her when she came on my lap like this. Wanted to watch the orgasm rip through her and consume every part of her the same way she consumed parts of me all the time.

She hated following directions, I knew she did, but she tried her best to focus on me, her eyes never once leaving mine as she didn’t hold back.

I moved my hand back to her hip and continued sliding her up and down my cock so that she could ride out her orgasm, the pulse of her pussy causing the base of my spine to tingle.

Maybe Jade was right. Maybe we should just fuck. And not dry fuck. I knew it would be a bad idea because emotions were already involved for me, and emotionless sex was great, but not with Jade. I wanted her to live with me, for crying out loud, andwas ready to use this fake engagement as my way to get that.To torture myself.

I tightened my grip on her as the orgasm hit me like a ton of fucking bricks, black spots coming across my vision as my movements became lazy.

My hips jerked.

Our gazes were still fixed on each other.

And all I could think about was the fact that I must’ve been really stupid to play with fire this way.

Yet here I was.

When we both came down from our highs, I sagged in the chair, Jade melting forward against my chest. We were both breathing so hard I didn’t know where my breath started and hers ended. All I knew was that I just came in my boxers like a teenage boy.

Rising, she fixed her skirt, collected her bra and shirt, and got dressed. “Well, this was fun,” she said, her breathing almost back to normal. “Next time, though, no clothes, please.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Go ahead. Give it to me.”

“What?”

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