Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Jameson
Fuck the fucking bed.
It feels like it’s a million miles away. I need to touch Sinclair now. I need to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Without breaking our kiss, I take her back in my arms. There’s no resistance there at all. She wants me as desperately as I want her.
I guide her toward the table.
It’s the least comfortable thing in this room, but comfort is not at the forefront of my mind. The way she will cry out when I’m inside her is all I can think about.
I haul her up by her waist and drop her ass on the table.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her cheeks flush with need. “Jameson.”
“Give me this,” I plead. “I need to be inside of you now.”
A smile plays on her lips. “You want me that badly?”
I could answer with a resounding yes, but I let my body show her. I grab her by the calves and tug her down the table.
The goddamn skirt she’s wearing is too tight. I’m tempted to try and rip it to shreds, but she reads my mind.
She lifts her ass to grant me the access I want.
I push the skirt up her creamy thighs until I see what I want most.
A small triangle of white lace covers her core.
She pokes the heel of her right shoe into my stomach. “I’m waiting.”
Jesus, this woman.
I’ve been waiting for years for this moment, and I swear to fuck, if I’m not inside her within the next thirty seconds, my knees will buckle from the weight of the sheer need I feel.
I undo my belt, yanking it through the loops quickly.
Her eyes widen. “Keep going.”
I do as she orders and unbuckle my pants before I draw the zipper down. It takes two seconds flat before my cock is in my palm.
She’s not shy as she stares. “Jameson.”
It’s impressive. I know because I’ve never had any complaints.
“Condom,” she whispers. “I need you to…”
Her words trail as I yank a package from my pocket. I rip the foil open with my teeth, and with shaking hands, I sheath my dick.
My hands are back on her then. I tug her down the table by her legs. I push them apart to run the head of my cock over the thin lace of her panties.
“Push them aside,” she says in a breathy tone. “I want to feel you.”
I do just that and enter her with a solid thrust. It takes every ounce of strength I possess not to pass out because it feels that fucking good.
She gasps. It’s the slightest sound, barely more than a whispered plea for more, but it fuels me. It’s almost too much, and at the same time, all I crave is more of that. I need to know what she feels, what I’m making her feel.
I close my eyes and throw my head back. “Forgive me if it’s quick.”
A squeal of delight escapes her when I drop a hand to her mound. I seek out her clit with my thumb under her skewed panties, tracing circles over the swollen bud.
“Please,” she begs, her hips seeking more.
I fuck her with steady thrusts, staring at her face before dropping my gaze to where we’re connected.
I lose it when I feel her clench around me as the words I’ve waited years to hear, leave her lips. “I’m going to come.”
Her cry tells me what I already know.
I want another from her, but I can’t. I can’t stop my body’s urge; it’s raw need to release, so I do that with a grunt and a heart filled with hope that this is the first day of the rest of my life.
“Didn’t Denia teach you that it’s rude to stare?”
“Don’t talk about my grandmother right now,” I groan. “Let me have this moment, Sinclair. Let me stare at you for the next hour or two.”
She runs her hands over her bare breasts. “You’ll get bored after five minutes.”
I want to punish her for that blatant lie, but instead, I crawl on top of her.
I’m nude. She’s still wearing the same white panties she was when I fucked her on the table. I want inside of them again, but she’s playing shy at the moment, and I admit I’m enjoying it a hell of a lot.
“Your bed is more comfortable than mine.” She laughs.
“I’m still not convinced you didn’t roll around in it while you touched yourself.” I trace a fingertip over her nipple. “That’s really how your bra got in my bed, isn’t it?”
She might intend to laugh, but all that comes out of her parted lips is a sigh. “You think I masturbated in your bed?”
“Think. Want. It’s all the same, isn’t it?”
She draws a shoulder up. “You want that? You want to watch me do that?”
“Yes,” I manage to get the word out.
Her lips part. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone.”
I didn’t need to know that, but I’m grateful she told me.
“I want to do it for you,” she whispers.
It tops the list of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received. “I want that too.”
She pushes both hands against my shoulders. “Move back a bit, okay?”
It’s the last thing I want to do, but I will for her. I inch back, so I’m on my knees at her feet.
Her hand drops to the front of her panties. “With or without these?”
I move quickly, curling my index fingers under both sides of the panties. I hold my breath as I inch them down.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as her cleft comes into view. “God, Sinclair, you’re everything.”
I left the light on for a reason, and this is it.
Her fingers trail over each slice of skin I reveal. “You’ve always told me I’m beautiful.”
“Breathtaking,” I toss another word into the mix to convince her there isn’t another woman on the planet who looks like her. “Gorgeous. Heart-stopping. Mesmerizing…”
My train of thought derails when she parts her folds with her delicate fingers. Her eyelids flutter as a small moan escapes her.
I sit and stare, transfixed by the stunning sight in front of me.
“I’m thinking about you kissing me here,” she whispers as her fingers feather over her flesh. “How good it will feel.”
“I want it now,” I bite out through clenched teeth. “Please.”
“Watch me.” Her gaze catches mine. “Watch first.”
I nod because I won’t deny her a thing. “Whatever you want, I’ll do.”
“Remember this.” She smiles before she groans. “Remember this night.”
“Forever.” I inch closer to watch her fingers move as she closes in on an orgasm. “I’ll remember this forever.”