Page 18 of The Do Over
He teased her clit with his tongue, sucking until she was panting and whimpering. His fingers rubbed her slit and she was wet for him, he slid them in deep, making her gasp.
“There, there—“ he took them out a bit before sliding in again, fucking her slowly. “that’s good. You look so perfect, Sophie. So, so perfect.”
“Fuck,” she gasped when his tongue touched her clit again. And Jack pumped her with his fingers, giving as much as she wanted,harderwhen she needed it,fasterwhen she was close. Her body wrapped around him when she came and all she could hear was the sound of her clenching hard as his fingers slipped in, slipped out, never stopping until she was gasping without any sound—waves of her orgasm racking her body.
“You’re still as responsive as ever,” Jack raised himself high enough to kiss her on the lips.” And you feel good. You’ve always felt good.”
Sophie stayed in that position for a few seconds with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. When Jack kissed her on the forehead, she peeked at him through one eye, then the other before her gaze lowered to his pants.
Because he touched her earlier on, she reached down to touch him and was pleased when she saw him suck in a deep breath and his expression became taut. He placed his hand over hers.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“You don’t?”
He nodded. “As much as I’d love nothing more than to fuck you right now, I don’t have a condom.”
Disregarding the message he was trying to pass across, Sophie pulled on his pants and what he had underneath at the same time, freeing his length and lifting her eyes to look at him. With her eyes locked on his, she bit the corner of her bottom lip, watched as he swallowed, and let her eyes fall back to his member that jerked underneath her gaze.
When she reached out to touch him, Jack swore.
“I don’t want to make mistakes, Sophie. I mean—” he inhaled audibly, “I can pull out quick enough that we don’t leave anything up to chance but…God woman.”
Her hand around his length, she stroked him, smiling as he pulsed and jerked from her touch.
“We don’t have to take chances. There are other ways this can happen, right?”
“How?”
She pushed him so he was standing paces away from her, then dropped to her knees and went the short distance to meet him.
“My mouth,” her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Would you rather I use my mouth rather than my hands?”
“Please.”
It was a plea.
A plea that Sophie couldn’t help but attend to.
CHAPTER8
DO YOU WANT TO FALL IN LOVE?
“We’ll goa little past the speed limit today,” Jack said as he got into the driver’s seat.
“And you’ll still drive like an old man with dementia and arthritis,” Sophie scoffed, getting into the passenger seat.
He turned to stare at her, a brow raised.
“Why would you say so?”
“Because you drive like a man with dementia and arthritis. The last time you drove, I thought we were going to sleep on the road. Then you recall when you had to drive to my Mom’s house? I almost got out of the car and walked, so I could show you just how slow you were driving,” she replied.
Jack tutted.
“I’m trying to keep you safe. If you drive too fast, you might get into an accident. You should—” he couldn’t finish his sentence, ending up in a fit of laughter at the look on Sophie’s face. She had a mixture of doubt and bafflement written all over her face.
“What?”
