Page 14 of Say When
“You’re so tight,” he says, voice rough with awe. “So hot. I can feel you fluttering around my fingers. You’re going to come so beautifully for me, aren’t you?”
The words push me closer to the edge. No one has ever talked to me like this. His words are sexy, admiring, and completely focused on my pleasure. It makes me feel powerful, desired, seen.
“Come on, beautiful,” he coaxes. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
The orgasm crashes through me, sudden and shattering. I cry out his name, back arching, thighs trembling around his hand. He works me through it, slow and steady, drawing out every aftershock until I’m boneless, gasping.
He kisses his way back up my body, settling beside me. His erection presses hard against my hip through his jeans. I reach for him, but he catches my wrist gently.
“Not yet,” he says. “Tonight’s about you.”
I shake my head. “I want you inside me.”
His eyes darken. “You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure.”
He stands long enough to strip off his clothes. His body is beautiful. Tanned skin, lean muscle earned from years on thewater, and the faint white scar along his ribs from a surfing accident he told me about when we surfed together. His cock juts thick and hard, flushed dark at the tip.
He grabs a condom from his wallet, rolls it on with practiced ease, then returns to me. He kisses me deeply, settling between my thighs again.
“Look at me,” he says.
I do. Our eyes lock as he notches himself at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me until we’re flush together.
We both groan.
“So good,” he breathes against my mouth. “You feel so perfect wrapped around me.”
He starts to move with slow, deep rolls of his hips that hit every sensitive spot inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. His pace builds gradually, steady and relentless, each thrust dragging pleasure higher.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs between kisses. “So sexy. So strong. Taking me like this. Letting me see you come apart.”
The praise sinks into me, warming places I didn’t know were cold. I feel powerful beneath him. Desired, cherished, alive in a way I haven’t been in years.
I meet his thrusts, rolling my hips, chasing the building pressure. His hand slips between us, his thumb finding my clit again.
“Come with me,” he says. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
His words tip me over the edge. The second orgasm hits harder than the first, ripping through me in bright, pulsing waves. I clench around him, crying out. He follows seconds later, burying himself deep, hips jerking as he groans my name against my throat.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slick skin cooling in the night air. He kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
He eases out, disposes of the condom, then returns to pull me against his chest. His heartbeat thunders under my ear, steady and strong.
“That was…” I trail off, searching for words.
“Everything,” he finishes quietly.
I trace lazy patterns on his chest. The afterglow feels warm and golden, but reality creeps in at the edges. This was supposed to be casual. A summer thing. Nothing more.
I swallow. “Jake. This doesn’t change anything. I’m still leaving in August.” I’m not sure if I’m telling him or myself.
His arms tighten around me for a heartbeat, then relax. “I know.”
“I mean it,” I press, needing him to understand. “I can’t promise more than right now.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I’m not asking for promises. I’m just glad you’re here tonight.”
