Page 64 of Love Under the Microscope
The banter and joking stop. Anticipation fills the air, and we undress, watching each other as pieces of clothing end up on the floor.
My relief is palpable when we’re both naked. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time even though we only met in person recently. I want the sex to be epic. I want him to want me.
Jack places kisses up my leg, letting his tongue linger on my skin, which heats, causing my insides to tighten. My nipples harden, and I touch them. Every nerve ending comes alive, sending sparks of electricity throughout my body.
He glances up at me. “I love seeing you touch yourself.”
“If only I could make myself feel as good as you do.” My voice sounds husky. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m just getting started.” His fingers follow the same path as his tongue.
An ache builds inside me, and my hips lift, desperate to have him inside me. “Jack.”
“Oh, you need some attention there?”
“Everywhere, please.”
He laughs. “It’s a turn-on to hear what you want.”
I spread my legs, and he takes the hint, continuing the kisses until his tongue finds my clit. The man’s tongue makes all the right moves. He flicks and sucks until I’m writhing and panting.
Jack glances up, his mouth coming off me. “Tell me what you need.”
“I love this, but I want you inside me.”
“Your wish is my command.” He gives my clit another flick of his tongue. “I’ll finish this later.”
I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a threat, but either way, I’m excited for what’s to come.
Jack laughs. “Like that, huh?”
Oh fuck. I’m pretty sure I might have just mewed. What the fuck is wrong with me?
He continues his trail of kisses up my stomach and rib cage. He sucks on my right nipple, making me squeal, then moves to the left and does the same thing, pushing me closer to the edge. What’s going on? I’m so close, and we just got started.
“Jack, please.” I’m breathless. “I need you inside me now.”
He kisses my lips, and I taste myself on him, but then he backs away. “Shit, do you have condoms? I don’t…didn’t…dammit.”
Smiling, I lift my head. “Top drawer of my nightstand.”
“Let me guess, you were a Girl Scout.”
“No, just a woman who likes to be prepared.”
“Thank God.” He leans over and yanks open the nightstand drawer. His hand rummages through the junk at the bottom that’s been in there for years—foreign coins, corded earphones, pens. “Found ’em.”
I love watching a man put on a condom. The way they hold their shaft in expectation of what’s to come. But tonight, I want to participate. “Can I put it on you?”
He hands me the strip of foil packages. “Please do.”
I rip one open and take out the condom. It’s been a while, but I still remember. As I run my hand along Jack’s hard dick, a thin bead of sweat breaks out on his forehead. Talk about sexy.
I pump him a couple more times, enjoying the way he feels and the pleasure I see written all over his face.
“Zelda.” His voice is tight. “If you want me inside you, you need to stop that.”
He doesn’t sound upset, more on edge.
