Page 31 of 40 and (Tired of) Faking It
Words stuck in her throat, so she nodded, pushing her breasts closer to his hands as he worked the clasp and slowly revealed her body to him.
“Shit.” JD ran his fingertips from the first rise of her breasts, down along the smooth skin, barely skimming her tight nipples before taking the weight of her in both hands.
She moaned, “JD, please.”
The barest push had her toppling onto the couch. JD knelt between her legs, leaned close. His breath tightened her skin. “Please what, Lily?”
That tease was almost her undoing. “Please touch them.”
No need to be more specific. One hand cupped her breast and lifted it to his mouth. Eager lips took her nipple, a hard suck nearly blowing her mind. His fingers teased the opposite tip, pinching and twisting and plucking, forcing her back to arch, begging for more, for harder.
For him.
Her breasts had always been sensitive, never getting enough attention. Most men gave a cursory pinch or two and moved on to what they really wanted, penetration. Not JD. While her hands shoved his shirt from his shoulders and explored the expanse of skin available to her, he took his time, his enjoyment obvious as he sucked and licked and tugged and bit. Lily lost track of time, lost track of herself within the desperate pleasure.
Finally JD tore himself away. “I could lose myself in you, sweetheart.”
The gravel in his voice thrilled her. It thrilled her even more when he began divesting her of her clothes.
“I want to see you too.”
JD paused when he had her fully naked. Sat back on his heels. She laid back against the couch, arms raised, like a goddess spread out for his enjoyment. Hungry eyes traced her skin, touched the pulse pounding at her neck, the red flush and bright pink along her breasts and nipples, her flat stomach, and the triangle of curls between her legs. His hands fisted as she slowly spread her legs and revealed the most intimate part of her, her lips spreading delicately for him.
A hard growl rumbled through him and the damn broke. Stripping took mere moments, although Lily noticed he grabbed a condom from his wallet and set it on the arm of the couch before shoving his hands beneath her thighs and pulling hard until her bottom hit the edge. “I have to taste you.”
A shudder rocked her. “Yes.”
Hot breath washed across her most sensitive skin. Lily could feel how wet she was, could already feel her insides clenching in anticipation. When his tongue touched the bottom of her opening and licked straight, gathering her moisture and carrying it to her clit, she thought she might explode right then.
When that low rumble of a growl was repeated against her sensitive nub, she did explode.
Her first thought was to apologize when she came down from her high. Mostly it was men who experienced premature ejaculation, in her experience, but to go off so soon when she hadn’t even had JD inside her?
But JD was chuckling, the vibrations tingling against her core. She was embarrassed to discover her thighs clamped around his head, and immediately released him. “I’m—”
JD shook his head, his stern look cutting her off before she could finish that sentence. “No.”
She jumped. “No, what?”
“I can see the apology in your eyes.” He nipped her inner thigh, causing her to jerk. “No apologies. We’re just getting started.”
For him, maybe. She’d never in her life experienced two orgasms in one sex session, at least not with anyone else present. Her disappointment was profound.
And there went that chuckle again.
The sound tugged a reluctant smile from her. “Why are you laughing at me?”
Not a mean laugh. Not like Mason had given her time and again, warning her that something unpleasant was on the horizon. Usually something that would decimate her self-esteem all over again. No, this was a happy sound, an eager sound.
“You have the most expressive face.” Sitting back on his heels again, JD brought his big hands to her inner thighs and caressed up and down, sending a flutter through her core. “Everything you feel flashes across your face. Pleasure. Affection. Compassion.” His hands framed her vagina. “Worry.”
The proximity of his hands sent renewed arousal trickling through her.
A single finger traced her labia. “You’re worried that I’ll be disappointed. That the night’s over because you’ve had an orgasm.” He circled her clit. “But you can put that worry to rest.”
When that finger eased inside her, Lily couldn’t help but arch against it. So sensitive. His skin rasped against her most sensitive, needy, desperate parts. “JD.”
He eased back, savoring every inch if the look on his face was anything to go by. And then he reversed direction and tunneled back inside. Leaning forward, he breathed a warm gust of air against her clit, causing her body to clamp down on his invasion. “You’re not done, Lily. Not by a long shot. If you think all I want now is a quick one-off, you’re sadly mistaken.”
