Page 26 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
Jay places his hand between by legs, pressing down with his palm on my pelvic bone to hold me still, conveniently avoiding the throbbing area and stopping my delicious movements. I groan in frustration. The finish line is right there. He chuckles as he rests back on his haunches. “Eager, are we?”
I rock my hips in response, and his smirk disappears. In its place is a heated look of desire. He moves his hand, slipping it inside my shorts. His eyes become hooded as he realizes just how ready I am…how close I’d been. He rubs the sensitive nub with his thumb as he slips a finger inside me. First one, then two. I cry out from the invasion and nearly climax on the spot.
“Please…” I whimper as I close my eyes.
“Please what, Kate?” Jay whispers, his lips right by my ear.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I’m rocking against his hand, desperate for release, and just as Jay nips my earlobe, I come apart. As the tremors roll through my body, my cries are cut short by Jay pressing his mouth against mine. I ride out the orgasm, and he doesn’t move his fingers until the last tremor wanes.
“Fuck, that was sexy as hell,” he says as he pulls away, then presses one more kiss to my lips.
I smile up at him, his face is lit up like a kid in a candy store. I sit up, and he moves back, his expression now curious. This time, I’m the one who smirks.
“Your turn,” I tell him as I reach for the button on his jeans.
“No…you don’t have to,” he says, grabbing my wrist.
“I want to,” I smile.
I rise up on my knees and kiss him, silencing any further protest. Then I shake his grip off my wrist. I pull at the hem of his shirt and he gets the idea, lifting it over his head. I press myself against him…bare chest to bare chest…andohmygod,it feels wonderful. I don’t remember sex ever feeling this intimate before. As he wraps his arms around me, I make quick work of his jeans, brushing against his erection as I go.
He groans against my mouth, and I smile in response. I pull away and put both hands flat on his chest, pushing him back so he’s lying on his back on the couch. His sculpted chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths and the sight encourages me. I glance down at his boxers and lick my lips. I can feel what he’s packing in there and I can’t wait to see it.
Just as I reach inside his boxer briefs and wrap my hand around him…
the phone rings.
