When he lifted his head, I realized I was clutching handfuls of his hair so tightly it had to hurt.
I relaxed my fingers. "I didn't scalp you, did I?"
His only answer was to smile and repeat the action on my other nipple.
J.J. cupped my breasts, lavishing them with kisses and licks, teasing nips and sucks, until I was writhing beneath him. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he stopped, one of his hands moving from my breasts to between my legs. I could feel the echoes of my heartbeat in my clit and my skin tingled fiercely, as though electricity was gathering before a shock.
He slipped a finger down over my clit and straight inside of me. My hips bucked and I realized that I was incredibly wet.
J.J. leaned over and tugged my nipple with his mouth as he slipped another finger inside of me, then another.
It felt good. So good.
But it wasn't enough.
I used my grip on his hair to tug lightly and whispered, "Redirect."
J.J. froze and lifted his head. "Am I hurting you?"
"No, but there's something I want to do."
He grinned and removed his hand, rolling onto his back without resistance when I pushed on his shoulders. I straddled him and leaned over to open the nightstand. I ripped open the box of condoms and tore a packet off the end.
Since I believed in doing my research, I'd watched several videos on the proper application of a condom, but my hands were unsteady and I couldn't even open the packet.
J.J. took it from me, ripped it open, and pulled out the latex ring. He offered it to me, but I shook my head.
"I think you'd better do it because I can't concentrate."
He chuckled and I watched with avid eyes as he lowered the condom to the tip of his erection and rolled it down his length.
God, that was sexy.
I shifted forward, straddling his hips and lowered myself down, trapping his erection between our bodies.
I leaned down and kissed him again as I rocked on him. He gripped my hips, pressing me harder against him.
Eventually, I rose up and reached between us, positioning him. J.J. looked up at me, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.
Being in control calmed my nervousness even more as I caught my lip between my teeth and sank down.
Despite using the toys I'd purchased a couple of years ago, nothing could have prepared me for how J.J. felt inside me.
I stopped halfway down and lifted back up, letting my body adjust to his girth. He was a little wider than I was accustomed to and I needed a bit more time.
He didn't rush me as I slowly took him inside again, his hands massaged my hips and butt but he didn't pull me down or force me to take him. He touched me and whispered things that I didn't quite hear over the roaring of blood in my ears.
Finally, finally, I took him all, my butt meeting his thighs. The muscles in my vagina clenched and I realized that there was no pain, just...fullness.
A fullness that stoked the fire inside me.
"Lee."
At the sound of my name, I looked down at J.J. and saw the tight line of his jaw.
"I never imagined that it would feel like this." I realized how that sounded and tacked on, "With you."
J.J. groaned low in his throat. "I did."
My brows lowered because I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I was distracted by his hand as it moved between my thighs and his thumb brushed my clit. My vagina tightened again and I inhaled sharply.
"Do that again," I whispered, shifting my hips against him experimentally.
His thumb rolled my clit over and over as I rocked against him, a familiar tension building within me.
Amazement rushed through me. I was about to experience my first orgasm with another person. Because of another person.
My movements slowed as the tension built into something I didn't recognize. I knew it would be gargantuan, overwhelming, and I wasn't sure I wouldn't shatter into nothing but fragments of myself.
But J.J. wouldn't let me stop. He pressed his thumb harder into me, rolling faster, and I couldn't stop the wave that crashed over me.
I gasped as the tension broke. My hips jerked and my head fell back. "Jay!"
His hands clutched both of my hips, urging me to move up and down in a quick rhythm. The change in his thrusts made stars dance before my eyes and my climax swelled further.
I heard him groan deep in his throat. The desperate grasp of his fingers eased and his straining muscles relaxed.
We came together. During my first time.
I fell forward on top of him and laid my head on the pillow next to his. We were both breathing hard and damp with sweat.
"That was..." I had no words so I let the sentence trail off.
J.J. skimmed his hand down my spine to the top of my buttocks. "Amazing. Mind-blowing. Better than I could have dreamed."
I grinned and settled in closer. "Nice."
He pinched my butt, which made me giggle. "Just nice?"
"Well, I didn't hear cymbals crashing or see fireworks exploding, so you missed the magnificent mark just a bit."
He pinched my other cheek and I squirmed, laughing.
"Okay, so it was better than nice," I admitted, glad my face was turned away so he couldn't see it. I didn't want him to know exactly how amazing it had been.
I shifted again, surprised that his length was still firm inside me. Not as hard as he'd been before, but not completely soft either.
"I need to take care of the condom," he murmured.
I lifted my head and looked down at him. "Kiss me first."
The corner of his mouth curved just before he obliged me.
3
I would remember my night with J.J. for the rest of my life.
It was everything I could have hoped for my first time.
He ended up staying the night because it was after three when we finished for the second time and took a quick shower.
Then, he woke me up around ten in the morning with his mouth between my legs. That was something else I would never forget.
Before I could return the favor, he got a call on his cell phone from his office. I had no idea what they expected him to do on a Sunday, but he said he had to drive back to Dallas so he could go into the office. At first, I wondered if he was lying, but he kissed me like he didn't want to leave.
"If we weren't in the middle of a huge crisis, I would tell them I quit." Then, he kissed me again. "Maybe I should just quit anyway."
I nudged him away when he released my mouth. "No, you have a job to do. Go do it."
He dressed and left, but not before he promised to call me.
Once he was gone and the orgasm glow faded, I realized that it was probably a good thing that J.J. had to leave. Being around him clouded my mind and my judgment. This was supposed to be a one-night-stand, not the beginning of a relationship. I'd let the heady rush of physical pleasure derail me in less than twelve hours.
I had to stay away from J.J. because he destroyed my common sense.
It shouldn't be too difficult. He lived in Dallas, an hour and a half away. I worked two jobs, both part-time, but they definitely added up to more than forty hours a week. I wouldn't have time to make the drive to see him once a month, much less once a week.
And his work schedule was just as crazy as mine. I knew because I'd overhead Scott mention it a few times.