Only, I hope we can figure out what that is soon, before my heart falls to its doom and splatters to the cement.
19
Jillian
Klaus’s mouth trailing down my throat pulls me from slumber. For a moment, while his hand skims my stomach, sliding against my flesh and beneath my tank top, I believe I’m still dreaming. After all, it’s not the first time I’ve dreamed of this happening.
But no, this is real, with the evidence of his own arousal hard against my hip.
“You like that spot,” I murmur, voice thick from sleep and dry from too much alcohol last night. I’ve discovered he really loves kissing me behind my ear. Not that I’m complaining. Sensations spark to life whenever he touches me there.
“I like the way it makes you shiver and the cute little sounds you make when I kiss you here.”
To prove his point, he kisses me again, finding that spot perfectly that I’m certain has a direct line to my sex. My body warms and ignites, and my hips roll on their own accord, seeking further contact. I whisper his name and turn to him, shoving my face in the crook of his shoulder. My lips find his skin and I close my eyes as I taste him.
It also spurns him on, his hand at my stomach slides farther up to my breasts. He cups one, feels the weight of me before tracing my nipple with his thumb. His hands, calloused and rough from his hard work on the ice scrape my flesh, creating the most delicious friction against my skin.
“Oh God,” I whisper a groan into his throat and turn to him. I throw one of my legs over his hips and his erection presses right to my core.
I’m already panting, rolling my hips against him while he kisses my throat and shoulder and his fingers do a dance of their own on my nipple, tugging and scraping with a pinch that shoves my hips forward into him.
“Oh God.”
I’m already so close and he’s barely touched me. “Klaus.”
“I love the way you light up for me, Jilly-Bean.”
I huff a laugh. That stupid nickname at a time like this. And then I’m shoved to my back, Klaus’s legs falling to either side of me, caging me in while his body hovers over me. He stares down at me and licks his lips.
“Tell me you want this.”
If by this he’s meaning him inside me, I’m all for it. The entire weekend has led up to this moment. Days of foreplay primed me for this.
In answer, I lift my hips, brushing my center over the tip of him. Both of us are still clothed, at least I am. Klaus is in nothing but boxer briefs that don’t hide his need for me and my top is shoved up above my breasts. Breasts that are heaving from everything he’s done to me already and anticipating everything still to come.
“Jillian—”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I curl my hand around the back of his head and pull him to me, fusing our mouths together. I ache to increase the speed, the depth, and the intensity but Klaus keeps it a slow, languid kiss where he learns my mouth and lips. Where our tongues battle for dominance and my body craves him more than it already did.
“Please,” I groan against his mouth, and he shakes his head. “Slow.”
“Now.”
He chuckles against my mouth. “Not the time for our wordplay games.”
He pulls back and brushes his thumb over my cheekbone, circles my lips. I attempt to bite his tongue, suck him into my mouth to turn him on but he pulls his thumb away, eyes flashing a stormy blue, flecks of gold I rarely see edge around his dilated pupils.
“I want you.” And it feels like he means it. For more than this moment right now.
Before I can let fear send me running, I press my hand to his cheek and lift my head, meeting him halfway.
He kisses me, slides his tongue into my mouth and settles his weight between my legs.
“Then take me,” I whisper against his mouth, before kissing him again.
He promised slow and he delivers. He teases me with whisper-light brushes of his hands and his lips all over my body until there’s an inferno boiling inside me.
I lift my arms, letting him shove off my tank top. His eyes turn molten, heated with desire and then his mouth descends, sucking a nipple in his mouth as his hands work at my boy shorts, yanking them down.
As he drives me crazy, forcing my fingers to claw at the sheets to maintain some kind of control and bite my lip so I don’t cry out, he shoves off his own boxers.
He kneels up in front of me in all his full, God-given glory, stroking himself. My gaze is riveted to his hand. The bunch of his muscles on his arms. The tightness of his abs, but most importantly, the impressive size of his erection, long and thick, and hard—for me.
“Oh my,” I sigh, licking my lips.
He slides back and I reach for him, grabbing his thighs before he can scoot off the bed. “Where are you going?”
“To get a condom,” he says, giving me the most adorable look. So I’m not doing a good job of hiding how much I want him.
But at this point, why would I?
“I’m on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone since…” I don’t say Roman’s name. As I speak, Klaus’s jaw slackens and he inhales a heavy breath.
“I get tested for the team. But…”
“I trust you.”
He closes his eyes for a moment, tense shoulders and another large exhale. “I’m not going to lie. I would really like to be inside you without anything separating us, but if you want to wait…”
“No.” This weekend might be the only time I have to enjoy him, and I want to enjoy all of him.
“Please, Klaus. It’s okay. I promise.”
Decision made, he stalks back to me and pushes my legs apart as he retakes his position between my legs, spreading me wide open for his languid perusal. And peruse he does, like he has all day and years to take his time with me.
“I’m a bit nervous,” he says, as he trails his fingers through my center, pushing them into me. I slide up the bed from the force and groan.
“Oh God. That’s… that’s good.”
“It’s been years since I haven’t worn a condom. I might not last from how good I know you’ll feel.”
“Keep doing what you’re doing and I won’t last long at all.”
“Good.” He bends down and the last thing I see is the wicked gleam in his eyes before he settles his mouth at my center.
I come almost immediately. Grabbing the sheets. His hair, his shoulder. The faint tinge of metallic hits my tongue. I’ve bitten myself to stop from screaming out.
“Shit, shit,” I chant, my body feeling like it’s exploding from the inside out, and right as I come down, he settles himself at my center and slides forward.
One orgasm rolls straight into a second, or the world’s longest orgasm on record but I can’t stop. He feels incredible, filling me, almost painfully so as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“Klaus.” I reach for him, and as if he knows how much I need his touch, he falls forward, clasping his hands into mine on the pillow.
He sears his mouth to mine, hips moving hard, slow, rolling and threatening to ignite my very core.
“Oh shit. You feel so damn good, honey.” He shoves his mouth against my throat, and I roll my hips to meet his powerful thrusts.