His tongue sucked hers strongly, and again she shuddered. Frustrated by her jeans and his, she wished they were both naked. She needed more from him and she needed it now.
She reached for his zipper, but he stopped her. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“I want this to last.”
“I don’t think I can wait,” she confessed. She was on the edge of coming just from this little bit of temptation and she didn’t want to draw it out. She wanted to take her orgasm now.
“It will be worth your while,” he said.
She smiled. The sound of his words affected her as much as his touch did. He unhooked her bra with a quick flick of his wrist. The cups stayed in place on her breasts and she saw him glance down at her.
She felt his cock twitch against her, and knew the sight of her breasts had turned him on. She reached behind her to brace her hands on the table so she could lean back and give him a better view.
“Aly, you are gorgeous,” he said, his words low, husky.
“Am I?”
“Hell, yeah. I’m almost afraid to touch you. Afraid to let you touch me because I’ll wake up and find out this is just another fantasy.”
His words were penetrating. She didn’t want to find out this wasn’t real either. And she needed this night. The fantasy of Jay and this moment.
She brought her hand up and covered his lips with her fingers. “Don’t talk. Just make love to me, Jay. Make me forget everything but this.”
He put both hands over her breasts and slowly peeled back the lacy cups. He stopped when the areole of her left breast was revealed and leaned in to tongue the fabric out of the way. He teased it with his mouth and then slowly closed his lips around her nipple.
Alysse felt her arms tremble and then a minute later, Jay’s arm was around her to support her while he pleasured her. She slowly slipped a hand to touch him while he continued to caress her breasts.
She undid the button at the top of his jeans and gradually lowered the zipper, caressing him through the barrier of his boxers. He shifted his hips and she gripped his cock. It was hot and hard and she slid her hand up and down its length until his hips bucked forward and a drop of moisture was at her fingertip. She rubbed it over the head of his cock and then stroked him again.
He found the fastening of her jeans and undid them. She moved, trying to get her pants off but it wasn’t going to happen while she was sitting on his lap. She pushed herself to her feet and shimmied out of her jeans and then turned back to him.
“I can’t believe we’re here. Like this. After everything that’s happened,” he said. He reached out and trailed his fingers down her stomach and around her belly button. Then his touch moved lower and he cupped her intimately.
His fingers gently stroked against her most sensitive flesh. She wanted—no needed—more and she wouldn’t be denied any longer. She pushed against his shoulders, urging him back to his chair but he shook his head.
“No way. I’ve dreamed of this moment for too long,” he said.
She was taken aback at his words. Soon she felt his mouth against her shoulder, kissing and suckling as he continued along her arm. He kept that one hand between her legs, fingers teasing her, as his other hand slipped her bra away.
His eyes narrowed intensely as his gaze fixed on her exposed torso. She splayed her hands on his chest and, in a reverent way, opened his jeans. She pushed them down his legs along with his boxers. He stepped carefully out of them while continuing to explore her body with his mouth.
She touched his cock. He stopped then, and lifted her up to carry her. She put her arm around his shoulders to steady herself as he strode to the table. He set her on her feet next to it. Then he walked around the gazebo and lowered the curtains so that no one could see in. She watched every movement, admiring his fluid grace.
“Like what you see?” he asked when they were closed off from the world.
“Very much,” she admitted.
“Good,” he said. He returned to her side and kissed her. His hands were on her waist and he raised her up onto the table. She felt a little uncertain, but when he stepped between her legs and she felt the hot nudge of the tip of his cock she stopped worrying. She knew this was right.
He cupped her bottom and drew her closer. She responded, wrapping her legs around his hips, but he pushed them down and away. Instead, he took her hands in his and placed them on the table on either side of her. “Lean back.”
She did and her breasts jutted out, as if on display, her nipples painfully tight. He leaned down and kissed each nipple, scraping briefly, carefully with his teeth before he nibbled his way down to her stomach. His tongued dipped into her belly button, readying her instantly. Then he nibbled her hip bone before gently tonguing his way to her center.