Chapter 18 #2
He dips his head toward mine, capturing my mouth with his. I moan against his lips as he guides me back on the bed.
His hand slips under my jaw, fingers curling behind my ear.
I tilt my head back, arching toward him, giving in to the kiss that I’ve been craving since the first day I saw him at the farmers’ market.
Even then, before I really knew him and had written him off, I wanted to know what it was like to be touched like this. Kissed like this. Adored like this.
Because that’s what this really is. Jory isn’t just going through the motions so he can come. He isn’t trying to get me off so he can move on with his day. He’s taking his time, putting me first, and showing me that I’m worth the effort. Worth the patience. Worth savoring.
Jory Plath is in the business of adoring me tonight. Even more surprising is that I’m in the business of letting him.
He pulls away, his eyes sparkling.
“You’re a hell of a kisser, Plath,” I say, giggling.
He winks. “There’s more where that came from.”
He sits upright, the condom in his hand. I look at it, and then I look back up at him.
My heart pounds as I sit up, wondering if the idea rolling around my head is okay or foolish. It’s what I want. I’m not even sure why, but I do. And I’m afraid to think about it too much because that’s a great way for me to get in my own head.
That’s never good.
Besides, I’ve trusted the process tonight, and it hasn’t let me down.
“Hey,” I say, swallowing. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“After I found out Jasper cheated on me, I went to the doctor to make sure, you know, that everything was okay.” I take a deep breath. “And it was, and I haven’t been with anyone since, and I never miss a birth control pill.”
Jory stills. “Well, I can assure you that I’m tested for everything under the sun routinely for work. And I haven’t been with anyone since the first of the year when the season started.”
Holy shit. He’s gone without sex longer than I have.
Slowly, I reach for the condom. He holds it in the air until I snatch it from his hand. With the crack of the foil wrapper, a grin settles against Jory’s lips.
“So, maybe we don’t need to use this?” I ask, holding it between my thumb and forefinger. “Of course, if you want to, I totally get it.”
He laughs, capturing my mouth with his. “Shut up.”
I giggle, falling to the mattress as he climbs on top of me.
“You are seriously going to be the death of me,” he says.
“I’d like to come once more before you pass away.”
He shakes his head. “As you wish.” He nudges my legs apart with his knee.
I open for him as the desire for round two builds in a furious fashion.
The head of his cock pushes at my opening, parting my soaked flesh. I shiver as he stares into my eyes and presses deeper. The girth of his dick feels like it’s splitting me in two … and it’s divine.
“Oh,” I moan, gripping his thick shoulders. “That feels so, so good.”
“You’re telling me.”
He hisses as he sinks into my body, the sound erotic and almost feral. The rawness in it strips away any remaining hesitation in me. He isn’t hiding his attraction or playing it cool or unaffected. He’s letting me see what I do to him, letting that knowledge empower me.
He’s giving me the power and control that I cling to.
The realization breaks through an already crumbling wall, and at least for this moment in time, I give myself to him because I trust him.
My fingertips drag down his chest as a sheen of sweat coats his skin. I feel the ridges of his obliques under my palms while I explore him with my touch.
He pauses once he’s as far inside me as he’s going to get, letting me adjust to his size. I’m gloriously full and stretched to within an inch of my life.
“I’m good,” I say, hiccuping a breath as he slides out. “Move.”
He pounds into me—long, delicious strokes, his hands caging me in against the mattress. Watching him enjoy me and struggle with his restraint is an aphrodisiac all its own. He pulls out, almost until the head breaks free, before sinking himself inside my pussy until he hits the back.
“You feel unreal,” he says through clenched teeth. “I knew it would be good, but damn, Markie. This is crazy.”
I lift my hips. The angle is perfect, and he hits my favorite spot immediately.
“It’s like fucking magic,” I say, panting. “Harder.”
“Yeah?”
“Please,” I say, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. “I’m not going to last too long, so fuck me, Jory. Don’t hold back.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters. But he gives me exactly what I wanted.
I brace myself against his chest as he drives into me. Gasping, I squeeze my eyes closed. The line between pleasure and pain is razor thin, and somewhere in that gray area is where I find bliss.
“Markie …” He growls. “You’re so fucking tight that I’m gonna come.”
His words are the dynamite that sets off the explosion in my core.
“Me, too,” I say, my nails digging into his flesh.
“Fuck!”
The sound of our bodies connecting fills the room, our voices joining it as we find our climaxes.
His hips jerk and his body shakes while I clench, gripping his cock. This time, I force my eyes open to watch Jory come apart.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
Sexy. Hot. Beautiful.
He collapses on me, dragging in a breath. I wind a foot over the back of his leg as his forehead rests on mine. I can feel his heartbeat racing against my chest as he lowers himself to give me another kiss. Then he lies beside me with a long, satisfied sigh.
I need a bathroom, but I can’t resist something first.
I turn my face to his. “I told you.”
He hums, his eyes closed.
“I told you that you could be a satisfied man if you wanted to be,” I say, teasing him about what I told him at Patsy’s. “I’m glad you gave it a try.”
He chuckles, pressing another kiss against my lips. “How about a bath?” His eyes open, and he’s looking right into mine. “How does that sound?”
If I’m being honest with him, it sounds like a hundred things all at once. Some of them are sexy, others more sensual, most are relaxing. But the thing it sounds most like is a choice I’m willing to make, regardless of how dangerous it might be.
“I love the sound of that,” I say.
He picks me up again, this time gently in his arms, and kisses me all the way to the bath.