Page 65 of Love Under the Microscope
I pinch the tip of the condom and place it over the head. As I roll the condom down his dick, I lick my lips. I’d love a taste of him, but as he said, there’s plenty of time to do that later. “All set.”
Jack crawls between my legs. I expect him to thrust into me, but instead, he rubs his dick against me. As tingles shoot outward, he kisses me hard.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“I think I want to play a little.” He uses his dick like a real-life vibrator against my clit, teasing me as I writhe beneath him.
I suck in a breath, thinking he’s about to stop, but he only speeds up as if I flicked the setting. I moan. “Jack!”
“Feel good?”
I can barely think, but somehow, I manage to find my voice. “Mmm-hmm.”
Well, sort of.
He laughs against my neck. “I’d say you’re ready now.”
“Already told you I was.” Not that I mind foreplay, but dammit, I want him inside me. “You know what to do.”
“I do.”
Jack sticks the tip inside of me. I expect him to push all the way in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he teases me, pushing the tip in and out, each time going a tiny bit farther.
It feels amazing yet at the same time frustrating. “Edging, Jack. Really?”
“Sorry.” But he doesn’t sound apologetic in the slightest. He thrusts into me, and the sensation is intense, with a slight sting as I adjust to him. When I look up at him, I see pure pleasure on his face.
“You feel so good, Zelda.”
“So do you.”
He thrusts into me again and again, getting faster and harder each time, hitting every needy spot. Over and over. Still, I want more. “Jack…”
“I know.”
I’m sure he does. My breath is heavy, ragged, and I don’t want this to end.
He pounds into me. My fingers dig into his skin, not wanting to let go. I can’t believe our first time is this good. I’m right on the edge. “Close.”
He places his hand between us and rubs my clit, his fingers moving fast, and I come with a scream. “Jack.”
His rhythm gets faster and more erratic. He’s sweating and getting close. I want to help him get there, so I find that spot behind his balls and press. He stiffens. “Zelda.”
Then he collapses on top of me, cradling me in his arms as the aftershocks of our orgasms subside. Both breathing heavily, both of our heartbeats racing. The air smells like a mix of sweat and sex. I love it.
“Wow,” I say. Not the most eloquent word in my vocabulary, but it works.
“Yeah. Wow.”
“That was…” Even though that was probably the best sex I’ve ever had, I’m not sure I should say it out loud.
“The fucking best I’ve ever had.” Jack stiffens.
“You okay?”
He blows out a breath and nods. Slowly, he runs his hand up the side of my body. “You’re amazing.”
