30. Lina
Lina
“Are you sure?” Jonathan asked.
His gaze danced all over my face, searching for any crack of indecisiveness as his face hovered over mine. I blinked slowly, allowing the pace of the situation to dwindle into a slow drip.
“I trust you,” I said. “But do you trust me?”
“I do—”
“Why are you hesitating?”
He kissed my temple. “Lina, Darling, if we’re going to do that, I’m going to want all the time in the world to explore every inch of your body.”
I groaned, frowning. “Jonathan—”
With a soft kiss on my cheek, he said, “Patience is a virtue. I’ll give it all to you as soon as you’ve had enough to rest and eat. But I have something else in mind that we can do tonight.”
Heat seared across my skin as he pulled away from me to look me in the eyes. His gaze darkened into a murky black, yet twinkling with mischief. He plopped one quick peck on my lips. Before I could savor it, he stood up. I sat up in my bed, ready to pull him back.
“Before your lesson, I’m going to have to jump in the shower, Miss Lee,” he said huskily. He reached out, gently taking hold of my chin. “Will you be patient enough to wait five minutes for me?”
“Of course, sir.”
Jonathan hummed, pulling away from me. Silently, he started to unbutton his white shirt, one slow button at a time .
. . My cheeks became hotter when he finally took off his shirt.
Then, he tugged off his belt buckle, and his pants fell to the ground in one fell swoop.
As always, Jonathan Lo was clad in nothing but rippling hard muscles.
My breath became more and more uneven with each piece of clothing that came off.
My own private strip show.
“Like what you see, Miss Lee?” he asked.
I blinked, acting unamused despite the burning on my cheeks. “No. Not yet.”
Jonathan’s brows quirked, and then a wry smirk spread across his face. His thick fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He tugged, baring every bit of himself to me. From his beefy biceps to his defined rectus abdominis to those luscious quadriceps, he looked entirely delectable.
“I want to eat you up,” I breathed.
He laughed as his dick twitched. Slowly, his black gaze sketched the outline of my body from head to toe. My breath hitched. The curve of his lips drew wider.
“Wait for me,” he said. “I’ll be back soon.”
He walked away, showing off the gains of his hard work at the gym across his back. The lower pit of my stomach clenched at the sight of those muscles as he disappeared off into my bathroom.
I exhaled a shaky breath and stood up on wobbly feet.
With long strides to my dresser, I pulled open my underwear drawer with trembling fingers.
My hand slipped past all the panties and bras I owned—either new and never worn, or merely intact by a few threads—until I hit the back of the drawer.
The room became stuffy as I pulled out the thing that practically started this all: the obnoxiously hot-pink vibrator.
I’d used it once, but stopped because Jonathan came into my mind as I was about to climax. It completely ruined the moment, and I never tried using it again.
“Have you used it or did you need a quick, little lesson first?” Jonathan asked, startling me.
Although it was weightless in my hands, I fumbled like it was meant to be a secret. The device fell, but another pair of hands caught it before it could hit the ground.
I turned to him as a deep hum rumbled from his chest. I could barely breathe, let alone swallow, at the sight of him standing in my room. The scent of my shampoo and body wash wafted from his skin, and my towel sat low on his hips.
The dim glow of my bedside lamp draped him in shadows, allowing the droplets of water clinging to his firm and strong body to gleam.
His still-dark gaze stroked over my body like a caress.
Thick and engorged veins protruded down his arms, hands, and the lower half of his abdomen around his groin, surging blood toward his throbbing member.
His manhood proudly protruded out from behind the curtains of my towel. Its tip wept with a bud of pre-ejaculation. With a sharp intake of air, his chest widened, making him look like a warlord ready to conquer every inch of my being.
He took one look between the vibrator and I.
With a press of its button, its loud whirling vibrations ripped the air in half, bringing me back to right where I left off when my brain betrayed me.
A flash of his cocky and wet lips caused me to freeze at the time, the image bolting behind my eyes.
I watched him smile that same smirk in real time.
I want him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to plow into the deepest depths of me until neither of us could discern where I began and where he ended.
“You make me ravenous, Miss Lee,” he cooed in this sultry, velvety voice. His eyes dropped down between my legs. “But not for food.”
I stilled myself, a facade of composure veiling my expression. “What would you like to eat then, Professor Lo?”
With the corners of his lips curling tighter, he said, “The only thing I’ll be having for dinner tonight is you, Darling.”
I didn’t even have the chance to breathe before Jonathan yanked me into a crushing and bruising kiss. He bid for dominance one moment, only for me to try to overtake him in the next. His hands slid under the large T-shirt I wore and tugged it over my head within seconds.
I pulled down my shorts, leaving on the white panties I wore. He gently guided me down until we tumbled softly onto my bed and then tugged away from our kiss. I gasped for air, watching him slip the quivering vibrator over my clitoris and over where I grew wet for him during our kisses.
My body tensed at once as pleasure shivered through me with a sharp gasp. A deep groan bellowed out of him. He loudly and lewdly licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, looking deadlier than the starved man he claimed he was. His gaze danced all over me.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Heat burned across my face in a violent flash as he laughed. His dark gaze gleamed. “I mean it, Lina.”
“I-I’m okay,” I mumbled, reaching out for him. My hips bucked up toward the vibrator. With a click, it roared with a new, harsher intensity.
Blood pumped thicker and harder in my veins when my hands finally found him. His skin was practically on fire as I touched and clung to his body. The temperature of my own body intensified, making me sweat.
This was the first time we’d seen each other naked outside of his dark car. The last few days had only been filled with little dinner dates here and there. We’d attempted not to get too frisky when we kissed, but it had been hard.
Jonathan hummed. One of his hands slid up to my torso to hold my waist. “You’re not just okay, Lina. You’re hot,” he chuckled.
“So are you,” I admitted, drawing my hands down his defined shoulders and biceps. “You’ve always been hot.”
He fanned a long breath of scorching air over me when he tossed the sex toy aside, finally using his fingers to touch my clitoris. It was softer in pace, but I liked it more. “Was I hot even in high school?”
I moaned. “Yes.”
His brows arched, arrogantly. “Hotter than Andy?”
My brows knitted; laughter bubbled out of me. “Are you jealous, Jonathan Lo?”
“No,” he muttered, still drawing light circles over my clit.
“I think you are.” A smile stretched across my face from ear to ear. I immediately reached up and gripped his chin so I could look directly into those dark, burning eyes. “I can’t believe you’re jealous of your own brother-in-law.”
He scoffed, taking hold of my hand. “Well, it’s true. He’s a good-looking fellow,” he murmured, pulling my hand away from his jaw and drawing it down his Adam’s apple and lower. “But—”
Our breaths shook in tandem as he drew my hand across those thick and delectable veins near his groin. He undid the towel around his waist. His girthy dick twitched when it was revealed, its brownish-pink length covered with the same veins as his lower abdomen.
“And yet,” I breathed as Jonathan wrapped my hand around his hard sex, “You’re so much hotter.”
He groaned, pumping himself into my loose fist, his hand still wrapped around mine. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I felt my arousal dampen the cotton of my panties, and so did Jonathan. He pushed it aside, pressing and curling his fingers into me effortlessly. I gasped. He grinned. Without any words, we just watched each other unravel underneath each other’s touch.
I climaxed first.
Jonathan followed.
We were still heaving from our highs when he yanked my panties down with a rough, animalistic growl.
I parted my knees wide for him, and he settled between my legs without another wasted second.
As he towered over me, I expected him to continue his lesson.
But then, he slowed things down, taking his time to look at me.
His eyes were soft as he grabbed the discarded towel. He wiped his milky ejaculation from my sternum and nipples with gentle care. Once he was done, he reached to cup my face with one of his hands and leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“You look like you’re a beautiful creature straight out of a painting, Lina. You’re soft, gentle, and so fucking ethereal.”
The sound of my beating heart was all I heard as Jonathan kissed my other cheek. He pulled away to look at me with a tender smile, before kissing my lips and trailing down my neck.
With a suckle of each of my nipples, I arched into his blazing mouth. He said something against my wet skin, but I heard none of it. A question, I think. I moaned with a yes, not knowing whatever was going to happen next until his pink lips pulled into a Cheshire grin.
Suddenly, he pinned the back of my legs into my chest and lowered his tongue into my dripping core.
I grabbed his damp hair and groaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
He devoured me with loud moans and grunts, making me sloppier and messier than before.
Arousal trickled down my butt cheeks and pooled onto my bedsheets.