With my entire body thrumming with arousal, I smirked back, more than once was okay with me. I was wet enough already for him to just get on with it and make me come already because it had been a long time since any man had me feeling so wound up and ready to explode.
Back to the bed he came, throwing the covers to the side and clamouring over me, his hands smoothing up my ribs and pulling me further down the bed. He touched everywhere he could, hands warm and sticky, rough and tender, his mouth following not long after, unravelling me like pulling the loose thread on the sleeve of a sweater. My lacey knickers were soon gone, Yannick’s tongue swiping in a delicious and delicate manner, had me arching off the bed. He didn’t stay down there long before he got up on his knees and rolled a condom down his straining length with fingers that shook slightly.
“Ready?” he asked, shuffling between my legs and lining up.
“Yeah,” I said on a breathy exhale, then moaned like a wanton bitch as he rubbed his cock against my opening.
The man didn’t dally, didn’t tease in, didn’t take his time, like he was desperate to be inside of me and nothing else around him mattered. His urgency was endearing, and as he fell forward, his cock pushed in right up to the hilt. Neither one of us moved, suspended in the moment of absolute pleasure. It had been a while since I’d had sex with anyone, it didn’t exactly hurt but I throbbed with an ache for the friction.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into my neck. “I only know how to break things.”
A sadness swept over me at his words and I clutched at him tighter, kissing his head. “You won’t break me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t.”
Yannick circled his hips slowly, the ache intensifying, a shudder rippling through my body as he moved cautiously, lapping kisses to my neck. Clamping my legs around his waist, I thrust my hips upwards, encouraging more, encouraging harder.
“You won’t break me,” I repeated.
Yannick
Savouring every single second and inch of Jolie Summers incredible body had become my primary mission. Ravaging this woman, as much as I had wanted to, was out of the question. She wasn’t a whore, wasn’t asking for anything other than the pleasure I could give her, she wasn’t playing games. I had no desire to use a heavy hand on that delicate skin of hers. Worship was all I wanted to do to Jolie.
Sinking inside someone for the first time in fifteen years was a bit of a head fuck. Having always thought I’d be a man half possessed, I basked in the serene nature of our two bodies joining, thankful the urge to release my baser instincts had long since fled. She deserved so much more than to be fucked without regard, and I wanted the same from her too. This meant far more than it should have, even I was astute enough to recognise the difference.
Jolie Summers was throwing my life on its head. What she was giving, I had a mind to think I would fight tooth and nail to keep, and I wasn’t sure a future would ever be an option. Not with my life. Still, I craved it more than the idea of being free from Lev.
The sex was mind blowing, sensual, erotic, Jolie coming a minute before I finally emptied into the condom and collapsed on top of her, my head in the clouds. I hadn’t dragged her around the bed or been overly rough. We’d had plain, old missionary sex, and the thought was enough to make me laugh when my spent cock slipped from her body and we came up for some much-needed air.
Jolie’s finger prodded playfully at my ribs. “What’s so funny?”
Stupidly, I blurted out the truth. “I haven’t had sex with a woman in fifteen years.”
Heaving up on my elbows, realising my mistake, I caught the shock register on her face the instant she grasped what I’d said. “What?”
“Fifteen years. I thought it’d be different. More frantic, maybe?” All in. I’d said it, I couldn’t backtrack, so I had to be honest.
“It wasn’t good?” She frowned, and I kicked myself for putting doubts in her head. I didn’t want her thinking there had been anything disappointing about what we’d done, the sex had been incredible.
“Perfect, Jolie. Perfect.”
She relaxed back against the bed, scrunching up her button nose I found too cute. “Seriously? Fifteen years?”
“Mmhhmm.” Was all I said, not wanting to get into the specifics. I’d tell her one day, even if it meant spilling a closet full of skeletons I wasn’t sure she’d understand or accept. But yeah… there would be another day, after the last hour, I was sure of it.
“Jesus Christ.” Jolie shoved hard, pushing me off her. I hardly resisted, my body jellified and blissed out, watching as she got out of bed and marched off into the connecting bathroom.
Stripping the condom off, I tied the end and threw it into the bucket, making a mental note to flush it later. Laying back on the bed, I stretched out my fatigued limbs and listened to the shower turning on in the other room, the sound of running water hypnotic. Jolie took a long time, and I let her have it, despite being eager to get to round two if she was up for it.
When she came back into the room, she wouldn’t look at me, not even a side glance. She hurried to pick up her discarded clothes, the way she yanked on her jeans finally drawing the realisation that she was attempting to leave, and I’d somehow missed the abrupt change in atmosphere.
Sitting up,
