His gaze only intensified. Then his hand flattened on my stomach and he smoothed it upward slowly, heading between my breasts. His touch was possessive, and I was shocked by how much it aroused me. He unclipped the front clasp on my bra and eased it off.
The cool air rushed over my breasts and they swelled under his perusal. My breath hitched as he stroked them softly, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. Jack held my eyes as he gently, slowly, torturously teased my breasts. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I think I stopped breathing.
“Nine years. Nine years I’ve dreamed of this.” He leaned over, his erection pushing insistently against my belly, and his lips whispered over mine. “Have you dreamed about me, Em?”
“You know I—” I gasped as he squeezed my breasts hard, sensation shooting between my legs. “Have.”
He slid his body down, pushing my thighs open, and he thrust his cock against me. I groaned, feeling a flush of heat move up my body from deep and low in my belly.
My thighs parted in invitation.
In answer, he kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around his strong back, trying to draw him closer. His lips moved down my chin, trailing in soft caresses along my throat and breasts. The scratch of stubble made me shiver even harder. As much as I wanted his mouth all over me, I was desperate to explore him. I’d wanted him for so long. “Jack … can I touch you?”
He groaned against my right nipple. “Sunrise, you don’t have to ask. You have permission to touch me anytime you want.”
“Can you lie back for me?”
Jack lifted his head at the request, eyes gleaming. And then he moved, shifting off me to lie on his back. His expression was charmingly cocky. “Come and get me,” it said.
I moved to straddle him, rubbing against his erection while I trailed my fingers lightly down his abs. His hard stomach tightened under my touch, and there was an answering throb between my legs. Jack clasped my hips in his hands and groaned as I slid over him.
I kissed him, wet and deep, as I pumped my hips against his arousal. His groans filled my mouth, making it difficult to break away, but I wanted to explore. I kissed my way down his throat, enjoying the stimulation I felt at the mere prickle of his unshaven skin.
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.”