Page 70 of Brandishing Balance
“You keep doing that, you’re gonna regret it.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” She grinned brightly, even in the moonlight, I could see her smile.
“Baby,” I moan, dropping my head against hers. I needed to get myself under control. There was no way we could have sex tonight. Not after everything she’d been through not even a month ago.
“What, Jason?” Her voice was a soft sing-song melodic tone that drove me fucking wild.
I took a deep breath and let it out slow. I was rock fucking hard, my cock digging into her lower back. I loved how she fit in my arms, but it was not the time for anything sexy. We still had things to talk about; she was nowhere near ready. This couldn’t happen.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” I purposely added gravel to my voice, so I could watch those beautiful shivers dance across her skin. Kissing her neck, I ran my hands over her stomach and up, under her shirt, cupping her breasts.
Maya moaned throatily as my hands kneaded her flesh. “Jase,” she gasped, arching against me. Her ass dug into my cock and I groaned low in my throat.
“Tell me to stop,” I panted as I pinched and twisted her nipples.
“Mmm uhh,” she moaned.
“I should stop, Maya,” I said, letting go of her nipples. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not read—”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she snapped. She grabbed both of my hands and pushed them back to her tits.
I chuckled softly and continued toying with her nipples, pinching and plucking at them, switching it up to kneading her breasts like dough every once in a while.
She moaned again and I smirked, sucking a kiss into the crook of her neck. “Ja-son,” her voice was a broken gasp.
“Yeah, darlin’,” I whispered in her ear.
“I need—I need more.”
“How much more?”
“Fingers,” she panted. “I need—I need your fing…ers inside… me.”
I froze, wondering if I should keep going. Was it safe? Griffin didn’t mention anything about waiting for sexual activities because we were all pretty sure Maya wouldn’t be interesting in anything like that any time soon. Was I pushing her boundaries? Would she come to regret this? “Maya.”
“Jason Michael.” Maya all but growled at me.
“I’m serious, Maya. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I pushed you into something you weren’t ready for. Fuck, baby.” I dropped my hands from her body and ran them through my messy hair.
Sensing my distress, Maya turned around and faced me. “Jason.” She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me closer to her. “Hey,” she murmured when I was a few inches from her face, the dim lighting giving me just the outline of her face to work with.
“Hey,” I muttered.
“I’m ok. I promise you. Right this moment, I am ok.” She stressed the words.
I nodded dumbly. We just got her back; I didn’t want to be the one to fuck this up with her.
“Right now, I want you to touch me. Not fuck me, not yet, not here. I want your hands on my body and want your fingers inside me, ok?”
I loved that she fucking spelled it out for me. No questioning where the line was. “Ok.”
She kissed me hard and I groaned, pulling her hard against me. Her mouth was magical and I needed more of her special kisses. I angled her head with my hand and deepened the kiss, groaning low in my throat.
Breaking the kiss breathlessly, Maya chuckled softly. “Keep kissing me like that, and I just might rethink my no fucking rule.”
“Nuh uh.” I shook my head vehemently. “You gave me a boundary—drew the line in the sand—I will respect that.”
“Even if it means shitty puns?” she asked.
