“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” he said gently.
I let out a loud moan, and lifted my hips again urgently.
I wasn’t too sure how long I could handle the pleasure and torment of what he was doing to me.
He retreated and completely focused on the tiny bundle of nerves that were throbbing for attention.
Harder.
Faster.
And so mind-blowing that I felt the tight ball in my belly start to unfurl and shoot straight between my thighs, intensifying an ache that was almost unbearable.
“Yes. Yes, please,” I urged him on mindlessly.
My body started to tremor and I experienced nothing but pleasure waving over my entire body as I helplessly tried to hold onto my sanity.
“Jett!” I screamed as I reached some kind of pinnacle.
His mouth slammed over mine as though he wanted to swallow my gratification. I kissed him roughly as my body started to wind down, never wanting to let my beautiful man go.
I was panting as he finally moved his hand from my sex.
I watched as he put his fingers into his mouth one by one and sucked my juices from the digits.
“Someday, I’m going to taste your pussy, and lick every sweet drop,” he said gruffly as he looked into my eyes.
I shivered, and my body went taut all over again. Yeah, I knew about oral sex. I wasn’t uneducated about the human body—not in theory. But after what had happened, I couldn’t imagine how intense that experience would be.
My mouth was suddenly dry. I licked my lips before I asked, “Will I get to do that to you?”
His eyes grew fierce as he answered, “Maybe. Some women don’t like to do that.”
“I think I’d love it,” I answered eagerly, wondering what it would be like to pleasure Jett until he lost control.
He smirked at me as he made us comfortable lying close and face-to-face, his arm tightly around my waist. “Baby, there aren’t many guys who would turn it down.”
“Is it better than having sex?” I asked curiously. Now that I had somebody who had a plethora of knowledge, and wasn’t shy about talking about sex, I wanted to know everything.
He shook his head slightly. “Not better. Just different.”
“I want to do everything with you,” I confessed.
He stroked my hair back from my face as he said, “We need to take this slow, Ruby. It’s not easy because I want you so bad that my balls are constantly blue, but I need to get this right. Did what we did scare you?”
“I think it’s a knee-jerk reaction to be alarmed for a second,” I explained. “But I think I want to be with you so much that it goes away before I ever really acknowledge it. I want to know what I’ve been missing, and what I never got a chance to figure out because of my past. And somehow I know I can only do that with you.”
He ran a hand through his hair in what appeared to be frustration. “Nothing needs to happen fast, Ruby. And I need you to tell me if something feels wrong.”
I smiled at him mischievously. “What you did felt pretty damn right to me. My only regret is that you didn’t get anything out of it. It doesn’t seem fair.”
I wanted to please Jett, too. I didn’t want my sexual introduction to be entirely one-sided, and I knew how it felt to need.
“It will happen eventually,” he promised. “And don’t ever think that I don’t get anything out of hearing you scream my name while you come. It gives me satisfaction, and it’s pretty damn good for my ego.”
“I’m sure you already knew that you were good in the sex department,” I said drily.
“I do,” he agreed arrogantly. “But it’s been awhile for me, Ruby. I haven’t been with anyone since the accident.”
I frowned at him. “Why?”
“Lisette’s rejection destroyed my confidence, I guess. I didn’t want to get naked because of my scars. And I’m not as athletic as I used to be because of my leg.”
My heart ached, and once again, I really wanted to hurt Lisette. “I wish I could bitch-slap her,” I said angrily. “Honestly, Jett, I understand that you lost some of your confidence, but you’re still drop-dead gorgeous, ripped like a male model, and you’re in incredible physical shape except for your leg. And I still want to take a bite of your ass every time I see you. Who cares about a few scars when you have so much to offer any woman? You’re special. You said that finding pleasure is much more than just a fuck. I don’t think many men really think that way.”