Her panties were not only soaked from the rain but from his kiss. From his commanding touch.
From the deep groan that vibrated through his chest under her fingers.
From the hard press of his erection against her lower belly.
With excruciating slowness he rocked his hips, his cock sliding against her, making her pussy throb even harder, making her nipples want to punch right through the fabric of her bra.
It wasn’t rainwater dampening the crux of her thighs. It was her aching need to have him inside her.
To have him on top of her.
Beneath her...
She needed to stop this.
Before it was too late.
Before it went beyond a kiss.
She twisted her head, ending it, and he panted against her wet cheek. His groan filled her ear, “Jemma.”
“Chris...”
“Lemme show you how good it could be...”
No, she didn’t need proof.
He grabbed her upper arm, spun her around and pulled her against him, his cock now pressed into the crease of her ass. The fingers that had been curled around the back of her neck, now gripped her throat firmly.
His heaving, bare chest pressed into her back as the sky continued to open up upon them, not even slowing a little. His right hand cupped her breast over her drenched bra, and her breath caught as he slipped inside to roll the hard, aching tip between his thumb and forefinger. Her back arched and her head slammed back against his shoulder. The fingers around her throat tightened even more, holding her hostage against him.
“Chris...” His name spilled from her lips on a ragged whisper.
She needed to stop this. To collect her wits and go inside. To free herself from his hold. Not the physical one, that was easy. From the sexual and emotional one, which was more difficult.
When she reached to pull his hand away from her throat, she kept hers there instead.
When he pulled the other from inside her bra and planted it on her belly, she covered it with her own. She pushed it, not away, but lower.
Not discouraging him. But encouraging.
Not telling him this was wrong. But right.
He splayed his fingers along her lower belly, the tips brushing along the elastic waistband of her panties. Playing with the very edge.
Teasing her.
His name got caught in her throat and she was glad it did. Because she wasn’t going to tell him to stop, but to keep going.
He didn’t need the words, he took his cues from her. From the encouraging way she slid the crease of her ass along his steel-hard cock. From the beat of her breath against his cheek, from her endless groan as he slipped his hand into her panties and drew a finger between her slick folds.
“Fuck,” he breathed into her ear. “Fuck, Jem...”
One finger, then a second glided easily inside her. She was open and ready for him.
She bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t beg him for more.
With a slow, steady rhythm, he pumped his fingers in and out of her. As deep as he could go. His thumb twirled and pressed her sensitive clit, sending shockwaves all the way to her fingers and toes.
She began rocking against him at the same pace as his thrusting, but it wasn’t enough. With each tip of her hips, she encouraged him to go faster.
“Need to be inside you,” he growled.
Oh fuck, she did, too...
No. She was losing her mind.
No. What she needed to do was slam her foot on the brakes and stop this.
No. This was not a good idea.
It was a horrible idea.
Everything about this was wrong.
Wasn’t it?
His hot breath beat against her wet skin in rapid pants. His erection thickened and pulsed between her ass cheeks.
A growl rose from the back of his throat and caused a shudder to shoot through her. Her breasts felt swollen, her puckered nipples painfully hard. Her mouth had gone dry.
“Wanna fist your hair while I fuck your mouth,” went into her ear and landed directly in her core, making her even wetter.
Right now, she was so far gone, she’d give him whatever he wanted to send her over that steep edge.
Right now, nothing existed but him.
“Ride my fingers, baby. That’s it. Stay with me.” His voice, an octave lower than normal, had a rough edge to it as if he had to force the words from the bottom of his gut.
He whispered, “Keep soakin’ my fingers just like that. So fuckin’ wet, Jemma. So goddamn slick and hot. You’re squeezin’ me, pullin’ me deeper just like you would my cock,” and sank his teeth into her earlobe.
Her breathing became strained and shallow. Every time he plunged his fingers deep, his voice swirled through her mind, making her lose it.
“Wanna bury my face in your tits. Suck your nipples. Slide my dick between them. I dream of that, Jem. Fuckin’ your mouth, your tits. Your pussy. Your tight ass.”