The kiss gets hotter and hotter, and I feel the moment he loses his restraint. The kiss turns primal, almost animalistic, as his hands grip my hips and pull me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him. The new position takes my body to a whole other level of excited as I feel the hardness of his erection between my thighs.
I pull back and press my forehead to his. I’m so turned on that it’s uncomfortable. His eyes are almost black with desire. His scent attacks me, making my mouth water. All I can think about is him and the need to be closer, to get hot, sweaty, and naked with him.
I gulp. Are we really about to do this on a second date? Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t.
He leans in again, his mouth pressing urgently against mine; his tongue massaging mine sets my stomach fluttering with something akin to desperation, and I just about lose my damn mind.
Yes, we’re most certainly doing this.
six
I gasp as Jared gently tugs on my hair, tipping my head back so he can kiss my throat. A needy whimper slips from my mouth. I’m so overexcited that I’m like a rocket, waiting to go off. I’ve dreamed of this moment for months, and now that it’s happening, it’s better than anything I could have envisioned.
When I feel his fingers toying with the bottom of my jumper, I pull back and raise my arms as he pulls it over my head, tossing it to the floor. His hands tickle down my back as his head dips forward, kissing around my collarbone as he palms my thighs.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his eyes sweeping over me.
I secretly congratulate myself for choosing my sexiest, skimpiest underwear.
I kiss him again as my fingers work deftly, unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it from the waistband of his trousers. My greedy hands find hot skin and skim over tight muscles. When the kiss breaks, I look down, and my eyes widen.
“Holy shit. I didn’t think people looked like this outside of movies and Love Island,” I blurt.
Jared laughs and shakes his head. “I hate that show.”
“What? You hate Love Island?” I fake gasp my outrage as he nods, his amused eyes meeting mine. “Maybe we’re not compatible after all,” I joke.
He chuckles. His fingers digging into my skin make my mouth dry with desire.
I gulp, my eyes drinking him in. His body is amazing—toned, tanned, perfect. He’s not too muscly, more lean, like a swimmer’s body. He has a six-pack, but it’s sexily subtle. There’s a small smattering of hair below his navel and that delicious V that I honestly have never seen in real life.
He. Is. Beautiful.
“You work out a lot, I’m guessing.” My voice is a husky, lusty mess.
I trace my nose up the side of his, breathing him in.
The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smile that almost seems shy. “I run a bit, yeah.”
I reach out and touch the little freckle under his left eye before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on it. “My idea of cardio is running out of fucks to give.”
He laughs, and I kiss him, fisting my hand in the back of his hair, pressing my chest against his, skin on skin. It’s delightful.
His hands stroke up my thighs, over my hips, and up the side of my ribs, his thumbs skimming the material at the bottom of my bra. It makes me shiver with pleasure and arch against him.
He groans into my mouth, and his arms tighten on me, turning and manoeuvring us so we’re lying on the sofa. The weight of his body on mine is so delicious that it almost makes me giddy with desire. My nails dig into his shoulders as he kisses me again, his hand cupping my jaw as his tongue brushes expertly against mine, drawing out my excitement.
When he reaches out and tugs down the cup of my bra, bringing his face down and closing his mouth over my nipple, my whole body tightens in pleasure, and I moan his name.
My skirt is already bunched up around my hips, so when he grinds against me, I gasp and wrap one of my legs around him, pulling him closer. The friction is killing me. I need more. Much, much more.
The kiss deepens, and his hands explore my body as mine do his. My skin is alive with sensation, my core aching. His fingers brush over my underwear, and a bolt of pleasure pulses over me. My body spasms, and my hips press up, pushing harder against his hand. He raises one eyebrow, and I’m too far gone to feel ashamed of my loud moan that I accidentally let escape. I’m too overexcited; this is too much. I’m on the edge already, and we’ve barely even started.
As he pushes my underwear to the side and his fingers touch me for the first time, I pant and tug on his belt, fumbling but eventually getting it unbuckled, and then I push my hand down the front of his trousers. He groans against my neck as my hand closes around his length, stroking; my arousal is spiked higher at the feel of him in my hand. Steel under silk.
My body is on high alert, screaming for release as he pushes two fingers inside me, his thumb still rubbing my clit. I gasp, biting my lip as the pleasure builds to impossible heights. I’m on a cliff’s edge, dangerously close to tipping over already.
“Oh shit, Jared. I’m gonna come any second,” I moan.
His hand doesn’t stop, but he pulls his head back, his eyes meeting mine. “I wanted to be inside you when I made you come for the first time.”
His voice is almost a plea, and my hand tightens on his length, squeezing.
“Then, you either need to stop doing that,” I pant, reaching between our bodies and pressing my hand over his, stilling him, “or get inside me real quick.”
There’s a moment of indecision on his face, but then his hand is withdrawn, and I let out a strangled whimper as he pushes himself up to his knees. He rummages in his pocket, pulling out his wallet and finding a foil packet.
While I catch my breath, I push up onto my elbows, watching the visible panel of muscles on his stomach move and contract. It’s mesmerising, and my hand unconsciously reaches out, pushing his shirt off his shoulders a little more, tracing the lines on his stomach, my fingers dipping into his navel as I let out a content sigh. As I appreciate his body, his eyes linger on mine. I don’t even feel self-conscious that I’m exposed to him like this; the look on his face is enough to give me confidence.
As he pushes his trousers and boxers down over his hips, releasing his erection, my breath catches, and desire pools between my legs.
Wow.
I watch, transfixed, while he rolls the condom down over his length, his fist gently stroking himself, the cufflinks on his sleeves glinting in the flickering light of the movie that plays unseen in the background. Jared’s eyes are dark and hooded and firmly latched on me.
I smile eagerly and sink my teeth into my bottom lip as he leans over me again, one of his hands gripping my thigh, guiding my leg over his hip. I hold my breath, waiting for the delicious feel of him entering me, but instead, he just kisses me again, his mouth worshipping mine, whipping me into a frenzy before I feel him pull his hips back and line himself up at my entrance.
His eyes meet mine in silent question, but I don’t answer; I can’t. Words are long gone; all that’s left is a carnal mass of desire and need. So, instead, I dig my nails into his back and raise my hips off the sofa, taking him inside me just a little. It’s clearly enough to make him lose his mind, too, and his mouth crashes back against mine as he thrusts in one long movement. I moan against his lips as he fills me, burying himself to the hilt. It’s intense and incredible and more than I ever dared to hope it would be.