Chapter 32 #2
My breathing slows and becomes deeper, as if being affected by his gravitational pull.
“You’re right. All I’ve wanted to do since we got married was kiss you again. Fuck, I want to do so much more with you.”
Jett brings his hand to cup the nape of my neck, and I dip my head so my mouth grazes his ear.
“You’d want that? To help me practice?” I whisper.
His fingers twine in my hair, gently tugging my head back so I have to meet his gaze.
“Kiss me, wife. And I’ll show you all the perks of being married to me.”
Jett brings my face down to his, our mouths colliding. It’s the same as the other times before, but also new, like there’s a charge in the air. The charge of anticipation, excitement.
Unlike the other kisses we shared, this one feels… uninhibited. There’s always been a kind of reservedness behind our kissing, like we’re both holding a piece of ourselves back.
When Jett kissed me after our wedding it was the closest we’d come to untethered passion, but there was still something keeping us from letting go, from giving in. Something that made Jett put me down and go back to his room. I never knew what that piece was until last night.
Now, I understand. It’s the part of me that always hungered for more. Always wanted and was never fully satiated. The part of myself I never tended to until now.
Jett kisses me as though he sees that part of me and wants to give me everything I’ve never had.
His hands trail the line of my ribs, the dip of my waist, the curve of my ass. I grind my hips against him, rolling them forward in his lap, and he lets out a strained moan into my mouth.
I breathe him in, taking in an inhale through my nose as Jett’s tongue parts my lips. A whimper escapes me now, and it’s like the sound fuels him, stoking the fire burning hot between us.
“I love it when you make that sound,” Jett murmurs when our lips part for a moment.
“You heard me the other night, didn’t you?” I can’t help but let my mouth slide into a flirtatious grin.
“I did.” Jett’s eyes are roaming over my face, making my skin heat wherever they land. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”
“Oh yeah?” I purr, as Jett places his lips on my jaw, kissing in a line down the column of my throat.
“Yeah.” The word vibrates against my skin. “I wished it had been me making you moan like that.”
“Then show me what you’ve got, Jett,” I tease.
With that, he moves me so I’m lying on my back, and positions himself over me, between my legs. His strong arms support his weight, framing me between them.
Jett rises to his knees, and finds the waist band of my leggings, tugging them down around my hips. But before he can expose the cotton thong I have on underneath, he pauses, his expression turning serious.
“We can go slow,” he says. “You can tell me if you’re not comfortable with anything.”
“I will,” I reassure him, and he slides my leggings down around my ankles, never breaking eye contact as his fingers brush against my exposed skin. Next, he removes my socks and the feeling of his hands on my feet sends goosebumps scattering across my skin.
“Sweater off,” he gestures at my thick, turtleneck, and I remove it as instructed, suddenly self-conscious in my plain, nude t-shirt bra and day-of-the-week thong.
Embarrassingly, I am wearing a Monday pair on a Thursday.
Jett doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn’t care. He leans down, and his mouth brushes against the globe of my breast. I shiver at his warm breath on my skin as he trails his mouth lower, until he’s nipping at the soft flesh of my thighs.
He looks up at me from between my legs, while his thumb finds my slit through my panties again, a wet spot blooming on the light pink fabric.
“First lesson.” He gives me a devilish grin. “I want you to tell me how you like it.”
My face burns as I sit up on my elbows.
“What?”
“How did you get yourself off the other night? Did you like playing with your clit when you touched yourself?” He asks.
I bite the inside of my bottom lip as I nod.
“Tell me where it feels good, Poppy,”
My heart thuds, a rush of warmth flooding my neck and my face.
I’ve never had someone between my legs like this, and a part of me wants to curl up and clamp my legs shut.
But Jett peers up at me with his deep brown eyes—those eyes that have the ability to set me ablaze and make me feel safe all at once.
I watch in rapt attention as Jett tugs my thong to the side, baring me to him, my pussy already has a slick sheen. He slides his mouth over my seam, parting it with his tongue. He licks up one side.
“There?”
I shake my head, even though my body instantly responds to his tongue, my wetness visible on his mouth.
He licks me again, swiping up the other side now.
“What about there?” He’s teasing me, toying with me. “Use your words, Pops.”
The only noise I can make comes out as a strangled whimper. His eyes flick down to my pussy, practically pulsing with need.
“What about…here?” He uses his tongue to draw a line up my centre, circling it around the spot that made me squirm and whimper and feel so good.
His tongue makes tight circles and the feeling of the elastic band being pulled taught inside me grows more intense. All of my senses are homed in on his mouth on me, working me the way my fingers did last night, but even better.
“There. Yes, oh fuck,” I breathe.
Jett looks up at me, quirking one eyebrow.
“Who knew sexy Poppy would be such a potty mouth,” he says with a devious smile, as he slides two fingers inside me. He works them in slowly, gently, and the sensation is new but not uncomfortable the way I’d imagined it.
My hand reaches down, and I grab the couch cushion, anchoring myself as he strokes my front wall and pleasure courses through me, through all of my limbs.
I don’t know how Jett is doing what he’s doing, but my vision is going blurry and is filling with stars all at once, and whatever it is, I don’t want him to stop.
I tilt my hips and buck against him as he places his mouth over the sensitive spot, his tongue flicking in time with his fingers curling inside me.
Whatever shreds of hesitation, embarrassment, self-consciousness are gone, replaced by a laser focus on the sensations and every ounce of pleasure Jett is giving me.
God, he’s so generous with his tongue. Licking and lapping me until my body is squirming and shifting under him.
Suddenly, my orgasm erupts within me, like a balloon bursting, and I cry out, not bothering to muffle it with my hand this time.
I allow the pleasure to take over, my body writhing as all my muscles contract and tighten, and then fully relax back into the cushions.
I lay my head back on a throw pillow, allowing my breathing to settle. I’m buzzing, pulsing, as the intensity of my orgasm is replaced by a satisfied glow.
Jett sits up on the couch now, and it’s only now that I realize he’s still fully clothed. In the dim light, my eyes land on a distinct shadow on the crotch of his jeans.
“Did you…”
Jett scrubs a hand down his face, a muscle in his jaw flickering as he tries to regain his composure.
“Yeah,” he admits. “Not the first time.”
“After the wedding?” I ask, recalling how quickly Jett let me slide down the wall after pinning me against it and retreated to his room. Like he was hiding something.
He nods, and a cheeky smile takes over my face.
“Just can’t control yourself?” I nudge his shoulder with my bare foot, and he flashes me a withering glare.
“No.” He gives a slight shake of his head. “Fuck, this doesn’t happen to me. I just…”
His voice trails off, but he turns his head to look at me, lying half naked on the couch. His eyes rake over my body, my still swollen sex, and then they snap back up to my eyes.
“You do something different to me, Poppy.”