Page 126 of The Other Guy

JACK

“You ready for this?”

She nods, a soft smile on her lips that fills me up. I can be having the worst day and her smile is all I need to see to turn it around.

We’ve decided to ditch the condoms and for the first time, we’re going to feel each other completely bare. It’s a first for her. It’s a first for me. And for the both of us, it means a lot more than just having sex with someone with no barriers between our skin.

There’re no barriers.

Neither of us have trusted anyone to go without before so it’s a big deal that neither of us are taking lightly.

Three words are on the tip of my tongue but I don’t want her thinking I’m saying them because I’m about to enter her and think she needs to hear them. I don’t want there to be any question to the truth of my love for her.

“I’m ready,” she whispers, arching up to meet me.

Where we’ve gone slow before, this time is different. It’s not just about taking our time. We’re feeling things together we’ve never felt before, and not just physically.

I push myself slowly inside her, watching in amazement as her eyes glaze over before her eyelids flutter shut and her neck arches. I bend low, kissing her in the little divot and let my lips trail across her collarbone.

“Jack,” she whispers.

“Yeah,” I grunt and push in deeper.

The pace is the best kind of torture.

Making love.

Not simply having sex or screwing or fucking.

We’re expressing love through the way our bodies are joining as one and it’s almost overwhelming. The feel of her with nothing between us is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I close my eyes and let it wash over me as I pump my hips, loving the way she molds against me.

“Jack. Oh, holy…”

“I know.”

“It’s… too… good…” she stutters and I pump harder, no longer able to keep things moving slowly. I want too much. Need too much.

“Give it to me,” I demand gruffly but I don’t even know what I’m asking for. I’m not ready for this to end but I can’t wait to feel her explode around me with nothing between us. It’s an ache that’s building from deep in my gut, needing everything from her all at once.

“Has it ever been this good?” she asks, pleads that I respond the way she hopes.

I don’t have to lie when I tell her, “Never. Never been like this.”

“Not even when we first had sex?”

“Not even then,” I confirm and she nods in agreement.

“Same.” Her fingers are a feathery touch when they slide up my back, over my shoulders, cupping my neck and holding on tight.

We stick together, breathing hard and moaning our pleasure. I lift one leg and place it on my shoulder, giving us a new angle that makes her moan and thrash her head back and forth. Gone is the thought of going slow when she slips a hand between us, pinching the tip of her breast.

“Sierra,” I whisper. “Fuck. Holy fuck.”

“Yeah.”

She squeezes me and cries out when I press in deep, lick my thumb, and reach between us.

“Yes! Yes!” she shouts and I feel her coming undone.

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