With a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. My God, he was beautiful. Just the brief moment of darkness behind shut eyelids was enough to make me miss his face already.
“Good. Now keep your eyes on me. I’m not going to touch you, I’m going to look.”
My brows shot up, but I kept my gaze on him. I watched his stare go from my face, to between my legs. Exhales were heavy and growing in pace. But he just looked. It was then I realized his typically stony expression was full of lust.
He look up at my face once more. “You’re beautiful.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. We’d passed a milestone. I didn’t think I even got a full sentence out, yet he picked up on just how inexperienced I was, and went slow. I wanted to hug him. To thank him. To kiss him for days and days.
“Now, I’ve seen you, I’m telling you to never be embarrassed of showing me again.”
Though his words were sharp, his tone was soft.
“O-okay.”
“Good, now…” He reached out, took one of my hands and placed it on top of his head. “We’re going to go one step further.” He licked up my thigh. “I’m in control, and you get to hold on.” Those dark eyes looked up at me. “Yet, I’m the one on my knees. Do you feel weak right now? Feel like I have so much power you can’t escape?”
“No, I don’t feel weak,” I whispered. And I didn’t. Not in the least. I was ready to do, to give, whatever he wanted. This was all a carefully executed plan of dominance and submission. One thing was clear: Jack was a pro. It was a conflicting notion of power and exchange. He said the only thing that made sense: “Trust me.”
I nodded, my hand closing and fisting his hair as he pushed my dress up higher until it bunched at my hips, leaving me in nothing but my disarranged panties.
“You know why I love lace?” he rasped, as his lips hovered just over my center.
“W-why?”
With a flick of his wrist, he ripped the thin material and removed the tatters in one fast swoop.
“That’s why.”
A tremor raced over me, and I looked down to find him staring again.
“So pretty,” he said, running his finger along my slit. “Innocent.”
I swallowed hard, because while I wasn’t technically a virgin, my experiences were minimal, and not what was deemed an act of sex or love making. This time would be different. It already was. And it didn’t matter how far we went, Jack took me past any bad feelings or horrid memories and kept my focus on him.
I liked that he saw an innocence in me. It allowed me to pretend for a moment I wasn’t completely ruined. Because he seemed to see strength in me. Maybe I could be both. Maybe he could help me feel both.
Keeping my fist fastened in his hair, he looked up at me. “Has a man ever made you come?”
“No.”
His gaze fell back to the juncture between my parted thighs and the look on his face made me gulp: determination. He slid both hands up my legs, around my hips and clutched my ass, bring me dangerously close to the edge of his desk.
I placed one hand on the surface to steady myself.
“You can either hold on to me, yourself, or lay back. Do you understand?”
I looked at my hands. One on his head, the other on his desk. I moved it quickly and placed it with the other on top of his head. The only thing keeping me from falling was his grip on me.
Seeming to read my mind, he smirked. “Don’t worry about falling. If you do, I’m right here. I’ll happily catch you.” His voice was so raspy, the sound alone melted me another degree.
His fingers dug into my cheeks and he yanked me into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” My whole body tensed, and like he promised, he caught me.
He tugged me further off the edge of the desk and his tongue speared my opening. His whole mouth covered me, the heat of his breath fanning over my entire core. His upper lip brushed my clit, while he impaled me with his tongue, deep and hard.
“Jack, I…I can’t hold on…”