“And?”
I frowned. “And?”
The smallest grin threatened his lips. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was like a steady drum, but picked up pace as he slowly slid my palm down his stomach until the tip of his cock brushed my fingers.
Feeling daring, I went a little lower, gently cupping the impressive length. Encased in his briefs, he was throbbing and straining and…big.
“Just looking at you, this happens.” He looked at where I was currently touching. “This is what you do to me. And I want to know what I do to you.” He glanced down the front of me. “Hot or cold?”
“Hot,” I whispered.
“Show me.”
I took his hand and brought it to my center. I shivered when his first finger slid along my folds, which were already damp. This was another moment where he may wield control, but he let me choose. Let me go at my own pace. He could have reached out and touched me, instead, he asked me to show him. On my terms.
“Very hot,” I whispered. The anticipation was killing me. But he kept me in the moment. Demanding, but slow.
“Good. Now go lay on the bed, on your back.”
I nodded, and leaving his heat was like stepping into an icebox. But the bed was only a few feet away. I climbed up and laid as instructed. The downy sheets were cold and crisp against my skin. I looked up and—
“Mirrors,” I gasped. The entire ceiling was made of reflective glass.
“Yes,” he said, standing at the end of the bed and looking at me. “Now, you have two options.”
He peeled off his boxer-briefs and, good Lord, I had been right in thinking he was big.
Attempting to keep my alarm at bay, I folded my lips together, and tried not to shake from anticipation, nervousness, both?
“You can either keep your eyes on me, or look up and watch. But never close them. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said.
He climbed on the bed, the way a lion may when stalking his prey. On his hands and knees, he kept his dark eyes on mine, and said, “Open your legs, but keep them straight.”
When I hesitated, he bit my ankle, spurring me to obey. I did. A satisfied groan came from low in his throat as he continued to stalk up my body, trailing his lips up my calves.
“Oh…” I whispered. My body catching fire just from the slow, tortuous movement. And there was no escape.
Putting his arms under my thighs, he grabbed the sheets in his fists and yanked himself up my body, instantly hooking my knees over his shoulders and his mouth at my center.
“I’ve been craving you all day,” he said against my heated flesh. He didn’t delve into me like last time.
No, this was different.
His lips skimmed and teased my clit, like he would if he were kissing my mouth. Tasting, playing.
My back arched, and when my gaze hit the ceiling, I saw us. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed.
Jack’s dark head was between my thighs, my legs spread with invitation and draping around him like ivory curtains. I watched his strong shoulders bunch and flex as he moved, while also trying to focus on him eating at me like caramel from an apple. When he gently bit my clit, a hot flash of pleasure spread through my veins.
In the mirrors, I saw my breasts bounce subtly from the rocking motion of him thrusting his tongue in and out of my core. My nipples hardened to painful points, but they just kept swaying as he devoured me.
“You like what you see, don’t you, baby?” he asked, laving at my clit again.
“Yes. Yes, so much.”
“I can tell, you’re drenching my tongue. I knew you’d be like this.” He flicked his tongue rapidly against the little bundle of nerves, taking me to the edge of climax, only to stop before I spiraled out of control.