Page 28 of Jack of All Trades
He lowers his head, pressing a kiss to my collarbone, then trailing his lips down to the swell of my breasts. His hands are gentle but sure as they explore my body, as if memorizing every curve, every contour.
To my surprise, he doesn't avoid the parts of me I've always been most self-conscious about. Instead, he pays special attention to them. Kissing the soft roll of my stomach, running his hands over the fullness of my hips, murmuring words of admiration against my skin.
When his fingers find the button of my jeans, he looks up at me, a question in his eyes. I nod, lifting my hips to help as he slowly draws the denim down my legs. I feel exposed, vulnerable in just my underwear, but the look of raw desire on Jack's face chases away some of my insecurity.
He wants me. Me, with all my imperfections and insecurities. Me, just as I am.
"I'll stop anytime you want," he says. "Just say the word."
"I don't want you to stop," I tell him, finding my voice at last. "I want this. But... it's been a while for me. I might not be as... experienced as you're used to."
Jack chuckles, the sound warming me from the inside out. "That's fine by me. Just means we'll have to practice." He smiles. "And I'm a firm believer that practice leads to perfection."
"You always have an answer for everything, don't you?" I say, but I'm smiling too.
"Not always." He hooks his fingers on the waistband of my panties, looking up at me one last time for permission. "But I'm finding that with you, I want to find all the answers."
I lift my hips again, my last barrier of protection sliding down my legs. Jack's sharp intake of breath tells me he likes what he sees, and the way his hands move up my thighs confirms it.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, positioning himself between my legs. "I've been thinking about this since the moment I saw you."
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his tongue finding exactly the right spot with precision. I gasp, my back arching off the bed at the intensity of the sensation.
Jack knows what he's doing. God, does he know what he's doing. His tongue moves in steady patterns, alternating pressure and speed in a way that has me gripping the sheets, my head tilting back as pleasure builds low in my belly.
When he adds his fingers, sliding one and then two inside me while his tongue continues its relentless assault, I nearly come undone. He works me with a confident rhythm, reading my body's responses with an expertise that should make me jealous of his past lovers but only makes me grateful for the experience he's bringing to this moment.
The pressure builds, my breathing becoming ragged as I hover on the edge of release. But I want more. I want all of him.
"Jack," I gasp, my hand finding his forearm, feeling the muscles flex as he works me. "Just fuck me. Please."
He looks up at me, his lips wet from my arousal. "Gladly."
He stands, quickly unbuckling his belt. The heavy leather hits the floor with a thud, followed by his jeans and boxer briefs. And then he's naked before me, all tanned skin and hard muscle, his erection standing proud and thick against his stomach.
Jesus Christ. The man is proportional everywhere.
"See something you like?" he asks, a hint of his usual cockiness returning at my obvious appreciation.
"Shut up and get over here," I say, reaching for him.
Jack grins, crawling up the bed until he's hovering over me, his weight supported on his forearms. I can feel him, hot and hard, pressing against my entrance.
When he finally pushes inside, we both gasp at the sensation.
"Fuck, Maya," he groans, his forehead pressed against mine, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding still. "You feel incredible."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, savoring the feeling of completeness, of rightness. "Move, Jack. Please."
He does, starting with slow, measured thrusts that quickly build in intensity as we find our rhythm together.
Jack maintains a steady pace, his hips moving with the same precision and control he shows on the back of a bull. I cling to his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex and shift beneath my fingers as he drives into me, each thrust hitting exactly where I need it most.
I'm usually in my head during sex, overthinking, worrying about how I look, if I'm making the right noises, if my partner is enjoying themselves. But with Jack, all of that falls away. There's only the weight of him above me, the slick slide of him inside me, the heat building between us.
I let myself go completely, surrendering to the pleasure, to the moment, to him. My eyes close as I give myself over to pure feeling, aware of nothing but Jack's heavy breathing, the sound of our bodies meeting, my own increasingly desperate moans.
He sets a punishing pace now, the bed creaking beneath us as he drives into me with a power that should be frightening but only pushes me closer to the edge. I'm so close, teetering on the brink of something monumental.
