Page 113 of Absolute Certainty
Her muscles tightened.
He picked up his pace.
“Fuck, you’re so…I’m—” she breathed heavily, words escaping her.
Jay’s eyes flicked back up to her again, the flames in his gaze white-hot now.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, the sound deep and guttural before he crawled one long lick up her center.
Her head fell back with a satisfied cry as Jay’s mouth continued riding her waves.
Fucking stardust.
Heavy breaths mingled with the downpour outside. Delirious, dazzling sounds composed her new favorite song. She was going to give this man whatever he asked for when she didn’t have to move as carefully because of her ankle.
“Inside me, please, Jay,” she begged.
He sprang off the bed and undressed at rapid speed.A masterpiece.
“Condoms?” he asked, his breathing ragged.
“Up to you. I’m on the pill, remember?”
He inched closer, holding her jaw in his hand. Jay sank a lush, scalding kiss to her mouth, the taste of her still lingering on his lips. “What doyouwant?”
“Just you then,” she answered.
Another bolt oflightning, a loud clap of thunder. His gaze flashed with wild longing once more.
Meticulously climbing on top of her to keep her ankle in place, his mouth dipped to the line of her bra, and he pushed the lace aside to kiss her. Slow, sweet movements. Tender presses of his lips and delicate brushes of his tongue. Sahar’s fingers drew lower, cresting along his abs, making him shudder in the process.
Jay positioned himself at her entrance, eyes fixed on her. His hand splayed along her torso, and she wanted to scream. No part of her wasn’t scorching because of him. She was, for the first time in her life, an inferno. It had always been significantly harder for her to orgasm once, let alone multiple times, but with Jay, she was already halfway there. Then, he slid inside of her, drawing a moan from deep within her throat.
She arched her hips up, wrapping her good leg around him. He dove deeper into her with a slow, achingly delectable rhythm.
“Sahar,” he breathed with a thrust. “I almost fucking lost it there,” he bit down at her neck, chasing it with a kiss. “Tasting you was—” another thrust, another deep, rugged groan—“ascension worthy.”
Fuck.
Neither of them would last long, yet it satisfied her tremendously to know that he could’ve come just by pleasuring her.
He slowed his thrusts for a split second like he was savoring the moment, collecting it for safekeeping somewhere no one could reach. His mouth dropped to hers in a fevered kiss. Her fingers scratched along his back.
“Jay, please,” she begged. What for, she wasn’t even sure. She never wanted this to end. Though if it did, ascension worthy was the right way to put it.
A remarkable groan poured out of him. One hard thrust as his head dropped to the slope of her shoulder. He let her come first again, following immediately after.
Colliding with Jay was euphoric.
Gravity was nonexistent, the sensation of him deep inside of her an indescribable flight.
After cleaning up,Jay and Sahar returned to his bed, sitting up against his headboard, neither bothering with clothes yet. He’d also made sure her ankle was comfortably elevated, and her heart once more ached at his continuous means to take care ofher. It was lovely. It felt safe.
She looked up at him, taking in the sight of his neck, his broad shoulders, the light dusting of hair spread across his chest.When did Jay have time to work out?His gaze locked on hers, a smile curling at the edge of his lips, unbidden. Trailing her fingers to the gorgeous crow tattooed on his rib cage, Sahar traced along its wings. “Tell me about this guy,” she whispered.
He took a deep breath, something painful and dark clawing up his gaze. Its meaning must’ve been chained to a sore spot—an open wound. Drawing her lips to his, Sahar kissed him. Languidly. Tenderly. With her whole heart.
His hands in her hair, Jay deepened the kiss before parting from her. “Will you tell me about yours?” he asked.
