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“No?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“What would you rather do?”
The tips of my fingers make patterns against his skin. “I can think of a few things.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Would you rather talk about it or have me show you?”
Jack’s eyes blaze with desire, and I realize just how much I need this. I’ve missed him, needed him, and I am desperate to feel his touch.
“I’ve always learned better by doing,” Jack says, pushing his erection against my core. “Show me what you want, baby.”
I lean in, kissing his chest and pushing him down onto his back. I kiss his pecs and then playfully bite his nipples, which he groans at. I explore his abdomen with my mouth, kissing and sliding my tongue down the ridges and valleys.
I love his body.
I love his heart and soul.
I love everything about this man, and I never want to lose him.
As I slide lower, his hand moves to my hair, and I don’t tease him. I want him far too much for that.
In one movement, I take his cock deep.
Jack groans, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Stella,” he says on an exhale.
I do it again, going up and down, taking him as far back in my throat as I can go. Jack’s grip tightens as I move my hand to his balls, massaging them gently.
“Stella, baby, fuck, I can’t.” His voice is dark and husky.
I moan around his cock, doing it again. He pulls a little harder on my hair.
After a few more seconds, I lift up. My plan is to ride him, but Jack grabs me quickly, tossing me onto my back and parting my legs.
I go to say something, but his mouth is on my core, stealing whatever words of protest I might have uttered, and it’s my turn to grip his hair. “Oh, God!” I moan quietly.
He slides his tongue against my clit in a steady rhythm. I hold on because letting go is the last thing I want to do.
Jack, right here, is everything.
He’s power and sex with sin wrapping around him. I want to stay in this bubble forever.
“Jack.” I call his name softly, allowing the pleasure to lap at me like waves against the shore.
“That’s it, baby, feel what I do to you.”
My back arches when he hits the spot that always drives me wild. He does it again, causing my breathing to accelerate.
“I need you,” I tell him.
His tongue is rougher as he adds more pressure with each stroke.
My climax is right there, I can see it, but I don’t want it yet. I want more of him and us and love. I want to fall apart with him inside me. “Jack, please. I . . . want you . . . us.”
He lifts his head, kissing the inside of my thigh. “I want to make you lose control.”
