I was his already?
Yes. I was.
Jack slipped off my suit completely, setting it on the edge of the pool before cupping my breasts in his hands. "Sweet Jesus," he mumbled before crouching down to suck my nipple.
Bolts of electricity zipped through me as I clutched his shoulder while a muffled yelp escaped my throat.
"So sensitive," he whispered. "I like that. My precious, sweet girl. I'll be gentle."
After thinking of myself as a strong, independent woman for so long, this was a total reversal. I wanted to be his girl. Feminine and soft. It flooded me with a brand new emotion, if that's what you could call it. Sexiness. The feeling was heady as I leaned back, stroking Jack's hair as he licked and nibbled my other nipple.
I'd never felt so nurtured. Adored. Whatever it was, it felt amazing as it pumped through my veins, like a brand new addiction just waiting to happen.
The need to be his was all consuming. Whatever Jack wanted next, I was all in.