I nuzzled against him, inhaling the masculine scent that was all Jack.
While my lips journeyed down his chest, his hands stroked me—caressing my back, my breasts, my sides, my stomach, and coasting down to cup my buttocks. “God, your ass.” He squeezed it hard.
I lifted my head from his nipple. “You seem to have a thing about my ass.”
Jack grinned wickedly. “You have no idea.”
Laughing a little giddily, I returned my attention to his nipple and sucked it between my teeth. His cock jerked against my stomach. Feeling his patience strain as my mouth continued its downward path, tasting every inch of his sculpted stomach, I was a little smug. I liked being in control.
I pulled back to unbutton his pants and shuffled off the bed to yank them down. I stood, taking a moment to drink him in, now only in his boxer briefs. His impressive erection made me a little nervous; his strong, lean, hard body made me shudder with need. “You’re beautiful, Jack.”
“No one has ever called me that.” Humor tremored in his words. “But I’ll take it, Em.”
Then Jack hooked his fingers into his boxer briefs and pushed them down, his erection springing out. I studied it a moment. Thankfully, it wasn’t overly long, probably just a little above average. Longer than Tripp. And thick. Much thicker. Worryingly girthy. It had been a long time for me, and I was a little concerned about the fit.
“You keep staring at it like that, I’m going to lose my mind,” Jack teased.
The best thing for the unknown was familiarity.
Decision made, afraid if I didn’t move now I’d lose my nerve, I crawled back onto the bed. Over his body, I came to a stop at his erection.
Without a word, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.
His groan echoed around the room.
I wrapped my hand around the base of him and fisted it while I sucked. I found my rhythm quickly, growing more and more turned on as Jack’s pleasure intensified. I hadn’t done this in a while, and it was different this time around. It had never turned me on before, made me slick between my legs, but watching how much Jack appeared to relish my mouth on him made me hotter than I could have imagined. His chest heaved and his thighs were taut as his hips pumped upward, thrusting in and out of my mouth and fist.
“Emery,” he gasped, and I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for my own relief. “Stop … Em … stop.”
But I couldn’t. I wanted him to lose control completely. I wanted to watch that.
Suddenly I was hauled up his body until I straddled him.
“I need inside you.” He dipped his fingers beneath my panties. His eyes flashed. “And you’re so fucking ready, sunrise. You’re beyond ready.”
I pressed down on his fingers as they slid easily inside my slick heat. “I liked doing that to you, Jack.”
He looked pained. “I can tell. Fuck, I can tell. God, I can’t believe you’re real.” He kissed me hard as he increased the strokes of his fingers inside of me, pushing me toward climax.
I dislodged his fingers and pushed my panties down, leaning on my side so I could slip them down my legs. Once they were gone, I straddled him again and wrapped my hands around him, bringing him to my center. Mindless with want, with need, with desire, I didn’t think about anything else but feeling him inside me. I pushed down on him and pleasure-pain caused a ripple of shivers all over my body.
“Uh, fuck!” He grabbed my hips, his fingers biting into my skin, and my eyes flew open at his touch. “You’re so tight, Em. You feel so fucking good.” He muttered endearments and desires and expletives as I took a minute to adjust to his thickness inside me.
Our gazes held as I slowly began to ride him.
There was nothing else in the world but Jack’s eyes gazing into mine, the feel of his heated skin beneath my touch, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me up and down him, the sounds of my pants, his groans, the smell of sex in the air …
The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me, and I didn’t think of anything beyond chasing ecstasy. My rhythm changed and I slammed down harder.
“Em,” Jack grunted, his grip almost bruising. “Emery!”
“I know, I know, I know,” I panted as I clung to his hips for balance.
Then I let out a surprised squeak as I found myself flipped onto my back. Jack pinned my hands at either side of my head.
“My turn.”
He released one of his hands to dip it between my legs. His thumb pressing down on my clit while he was still thick inside me felt amazing. I moaned, throwing my head back on the pillow.