Chapter 12 Let the Flames Begin #3
He unzipped his jeans and allowed them to fall as she crawled to the edge of the bed to meet him. “I think it’s your turn,” he said, smirking at her as his finger traced the underside of her bra, seemingly waiting for permission to remove it.
Eve unhooked the brassiere for herself, letting her full breasts spill from the cups before throwing it to their pile of clothes collected on the floor.
She distinctly remembered keeping her bra on the last time she had sex—sometime in May.
An anxious sigh fell from her lips as that fact washed over her.
“Kiss me again?” she asked.
Jamie went in for another, inhaling sharply as her soft chest pressed against him, his lips pressed against hers.
Eve enjoyed the way their noses smashed together when they were close enough, his narrow where hers was wide—they fit together well.
His hands spanned her toned back, tickling her hot skin before roaming south.
He slipped his fingers into the back of her opened jeans, and then inside her panties, palming her backside, squeezing her flesh as he brought her closer.
Eve was pulsating as Jamie’s bulge pushed against her.
She moaned desperately as she deepened their kiss, her fingers gripping at his hair, luring him back onto the bed.
Jamie and his wet pecks moved lower, Eve only getting wetter as he landed on her tits.
He lapped and sucked her stiffened nipples, smiling up at her when she responded with gentle purrs.
His tongue circled her navel as he skillfully peeled off her jeans, his lips never breaking contact with her skin.
“Stop,” Eve whimpered, tugging gently at his curls.
Jamie immediately halted, sitting up on his knees to gaze at her, his chest still heaving, teasing her. “You’re not ready for this?”
“It’s not that,” she said. She appreciated his concern. But he was journeying toward oral sex, and she wasn’t ready for that level of intimacy. “I don’t need the foreplay,” she said. “I just…I’d rather just the sex.”
“Oh.”
She clumsily added, “If that’s okay with you…”
“I’m fine with whatever you want…”
He was so kind. Maybe even too kind. But it was very much the reason that she liked him as much as she did. “Okay,” she said, a sheepish smile telling him to proceed.
Eve lifted her hips from the bed to assist in removing her pants.
Suddenly, she was aware of how quiet the room was, just the rustling sound of clothing being removed.
It was all so awkward, even innocent. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing on earth.
Meanwhile, she was self-conscious because she hadn’t shaved in far too long, not even her legs, and she was allowing this man to see her stark naked.
She fidgeted on the bed as he removed his boxers, swallowing hard when she got a glimpse of him.
Her nipples tightened into knots again, conveying her arousal, and her stomach was doing backflips as it contracted. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this.
Jamie gave himself a few strokes before returning his attention to Eve, licking his full lips as he positioned himself between Eve’s thighs. “You’re sure you’re good?” he asked, caressing her left leg.
“If you ask me that again, I’m gonna go find someone else,” she said.
“Good luck with that,” he said. The smile that came with his statement made her insides tingle even more.
Resuming their kiss, he began to finger her, familiarizing himself with the most intimate parts of her body.
The levity in the room was all but gone, replaced by pure heat as the head of his length flirted with her opening.
They both moaned quietly, their lip-lock turning sloppy once he found his way in.
“Right there,” Eve whispered as he pushed into her with a soft grunt. Filling her up, pressed against her walls, he felt good. So maddeningly good.
Jamie began to thrust with slow, sensual rolls of his hips that managed to hit several spots at once, his tongue hot against her throat as he sucked her flesh. Eve felt like she was on a ride, and she wasn’t sure whether she should want to get off.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, breathless as she squeezed his bare shoulder, the firmness of it telling her to ignore her instincts and keep going. But alas…“Do you have a condom?”
Jamie immediately stopped thrusting and kissing long enough to realize their mistake. “Shit.” He heaved a sharp and clearly frustrated sigh. “I don’t even have any at home.”
“Fuck,” Eve said. She whined.
“I mean…I can always pull out…”
As desperate as she was to climax—for once—Eve wasn’t going to take that chance. She gestured for him to move. “Just let me do you.”
“What?”
“I can finish you off…” She licked her lips as her eyes averted his, hoping he would get the picture without her having to ask to suck his dick.
“O-okay…”
Carefully, Jamie pulled out and repositioned onto his back, allowing Eve to mount him.
“You good?” Eve asked. In truth, she was out of practice and questioning whether she was good at that point.
“Oh, so you can ask me that, but I can’t ask you?”
“You asked me, like, twelve times.”
“Excuse me for making sure you were comfortable.”
“And now I’m doing the same.”
“I’m good,” he said, his eyes, a darker blue than usual, dancing down her body.
Eve expelled a long breath as she ran her fingers along his thighs and traced them up his stomach, trying to work up the gumption to begin. This was much easier when he was doing all the work.
“What’s wrong?” Jamie asked, all the teasing gone from his tone.
“I don’t know. I think you made it weird by talking so much.”
He smiled. “I assure you it was weird anyway.”
Eve wanted to argue with that, but she had no leg to stand on.
Of course, sex was inherently awkward, and especially with a new partner, but this was really taking the cake.
Due in large part to the fact that she had no idea what she wanted.
She wanted everything and nothing. She wanted to feel something without being forced to think about all the things she’d tried so hard to push down.
And she had yet to master how to actually do any of it. “Yeah. I guess it was…”
“Did you know this was what you wanted when you invited me over?”
Eve cocked her head. “Does it seem like I had a plan here?”
“No,” he said, still grinning. “But we can just lie here if you want. I don’t…need this.”
He didn’t do anything to make this easier on her.
She could try forever to be uninvolved and seem unaffected, but everything he did, damn near every word he said, just chipped away at that.
The first time they met, she was impolite and idiotic; their second encounter, she had a panic attack; and the third, she drank herself into a stupor. But here he was, still trying with her.
“I don’t know, it seems like you do need this,” she said suggestively.
Jamie shrugged. “I’ll live.”
Sure he would, but she didn’t want to leave him like this. Just because she was still figuring out what she wanted didn’t mean he should go to sleep horny and frustrated. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to suck your dick?”
“I mean…” He matched her impish smile as he shook his head. “If you want to, I’m sure as hell not gonna say no.”
Eve bit her plump bottom lip as her gaze slipped down his lithe frame, landing back on his erection. “Are you gonna say yes?”
Jamie sat up to meet her with another kiss, and she appreciated that he recognized how much she enjoyed them. He cupped her face, his wet mouth claiming hers, briefly but sweetly, before answering in a whisper, “Yes.”