Chapter Three #4
He held me down with one forearm across my lower abdomen, firm without trapping me.
“Yes,” I said. “Keep doing that.”
He added a second finger.
The stretch made me moan.
His mouth moved with steady pressure while his fingers curled inside me.
My clit throbbed beneath his tongue.
I reached down and pushed my fingers into his dark hair. He answered with a deeper stroke of his tongue.
“Jonah.”
He didn’t stop.
My thighs tightened around his shoulders.
My orgasm hit hard enough to bow my back from the mattress.
I cried out while my pussy clenched around his fingers.
Jonah kept his mouth on me until the last tremor passed.
Then he kissed the inside of my thigh.
I lay breathing hard, one hand still tangled in his hair.
“You’re very good with your mouth,” I said.
His beard scraped my skin when he smiled. “I had clear instructions.”
“You had one instruction.”
“It was enough.”
He stood, unlaced his boots, and set them beside mine before removing his jeans and boxer briefs.
His cock sprang free, thick and fully hard.
I sat up and wrapped my hand around him.
Jonah’s stomach tightened.
“Now?” I asked.
His voice lowered. “Yes.”
I stroked him once, feeling heat and weight fill my palm.
He closed his hand over mine.
“If you keep doing that, this is going to be shorter than either of us wants.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“It’s a warning.”
“You said warnings were questions.”
“This one isn’t.”
I released him and moved farther onto the bed.
Jonah followed.
He came over me, bracing his weight on one arm while his other hand opened my thigh.
The head of his cock brushed my wet entrance.
I drew a breath.
He stopped.
I wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled him closer.
Jonah pushed into me.
The first thick stretch made me gasp.
He moved slowly, filling me inch by inch until my pussy tightened around him.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
His forehead pressed to mine. “Too much?”
“No. Give me a second.”
He held still.
I breathed through the fullness, my hands spread over his shoulders. The slight sting eased, replaced by a deep pressure that made my clit throb.
I shifted my hips.
Jonah groaned.
“There,” I said. “Now move.”
He withdrew halfway and pushed back in.
Pleasure rolled through me when he did it again.
His cock filled me completely, dragging over sensitive places each time he moved.
I lifted my hips to meet him.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take what you want.”
The praise made me wetter.
I pulled him down and kissed him.
His rhythm deepened. The bed creaked beneath us, and the fan pushed cooler air over our damp skin.
I dug my nails lightly into his back.
Jonah kissed my throat.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said.
“So do you.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Harder.”
He drove into me with more force.
My breath broke.
“Yes.”
His hand slid between us. His thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight circles while his cock continued filling me.
The combination made my thighs shake.
I clung to him.
Jonah watched my face.
“Come for me again.”
My pussy tightened around him.
His thumb moved faster.
The second orgasm built from the deep pressure of his cock and the sharp pleasure at my clit, rising until I couldn’t hold anything back.
I cried his name.
My pussy clenched around him in hard waves.
Jonah thrust through them, jaw tight and breathing rough.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fuck, Talia.”
I held him closer.
His rhythm broke.
He buried himself inside me and came with a low groan, his cock pulsing while my pussy kept tightening around him.
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
Jonah rested his forehead against my shoulder.
He lowered his weight over me, warm and heavy.
I ran my fingers through the damp hair at the back of his neck.
The room smelled like summer air, clean sheets, and sex.
Jonah lifted his head.
“You okay?”
“I’m considering whether to criticize the question.”
“You can do that after you answer.”
“I’m very okay.”
His smile was tired and warm.
He kissed me once, softer than before, then eased out of me.
Jonah retrieved a clean washcloth from the bathroom and brought me water while he was still naked.
I approved of that decision.
He cleaned me gently, then sat beside me while I drank.
“This doesn’t change the loan,” I said.
“You’ll repay it.”
“And dinner wasn’t payment.”
“It was dinner.”
“Good.”
Jonah took the glass and set it on the nightstand.
I lay back against the pillows.
He stretched beside me, naked and warm, one arm resting above his head.
The center of the bed was no longer divided.
I turned onto my side.
Jonah faced me.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“We sleep.”
“That’s your entire emotional plan?”
“It’s late.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“I don’t know the answer.”
I touched the short beard along his jaw.
“I don’t either.”
Jonah turned his face and kissed my palm.
I moved closer until my head rested against his chest.
His arm came around me.
My phone remained silent in the handbag beside the dresser. The red dress hung from the bedroom door. My new boots stood next to Jonah’s work-worn pair.
I’d chosen to stay for one more day.
Wrapped around him, I already knew one day wasn’t going to be enough.