I heard a shift against the carpet, and my head turned toward the walk-in closet.
“Jacqueline,” I hummed her name as I marched toward her, slowly pushing open the closet door. I left the light off, more than willing to play this game.
Clothing shifted on the hangers, so I stepped toward the rack and parted the clothing with one hand.
There stood Jacqueline, in her bra and panties, hair undone from her bun, with her hands over her face. I was breathing heavily; all blood leaving my brain and flowing south. My cock was desperately at attention, fighting to free itself from my jeans.
I didn’t say anything, and neither did she.
So I crowded her space, resting my hands on the shelf above her head as I trapped her against the back wall of her closet, “…Look at you.”
Jacqueline parted her fingers, one dark eye spotting me.
I grinned, determined to appreciate these moments with her. How she hid the most vulnerable parts of herself from everyone else, but not me.
“This isn’t the most ideal location,” I glanced around her walk-in closet, before leveling her with my undivided attention, “But I can make it work. Or you can come with me to the bed. Your choice.”
Jacqueline’s breathing kicked up, “…And if I want to resist you a little bit more?”
I bit my bottom lip, my grip tightening on the shelf I braced myself on, “You can try.”
The corner of Jacqueline’s lip kicked up the corner, liking that response.
In a blink, she swiped her hand behind her clothes, shielding herself from me again. I laughed, pulling the clothes back and grabbing her waist, tugging her out from hiding.
“Do you remember your safe word, Jacqueline?” I grunted as she struggled against my hold. I managed to wrap my arms around her waist, carrying her out of the closet.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to use it?” I stopped just at the foot of her bed.
Her hair swayed back and forth as she shook her head, “No.”
“Good.” Then I practically threw her onto the bed. Jacqueline squealed a bit, but I wasn’t letting her pretend to get away from me for long. Playing with Jacqueline was always one of my favorite pastimes, but I was unraveling. Desperate for the connection she was willing to provide me in these moments.
I grabbed a fistful of her panties and started yanking them down.
Jacqueline laughed, moaning when I trapped her body underneath mine to keep her still.
“You’re so sexy like this, love,” I grunted, yanking her panties farther down. I decided to let them linger around her knees while pulling the cups of her bra down, “You have no idea.”
Jacqueline groaned when I mouthed her, teasing her aroused peaks with my tongue in a way that I knew would drive her to the edge faster than anything else.
“Leo,” she moaned my name religiously, but I was the one desperate to worship every part of her.
Right when her hips started thrusting against me, her breath panting shorter and shorter, I eased up. Her hands had since tangled themselves in my hair, and when I released her breast with a loud and wetpop, she groaned.
“You think I’m going to go easy on you?”
Jacqueline pouted, her cheeks and chest flushed, “A girl can hope.”
I chuckled, enough amusement leaking through to mask my sincerity when I said, “After that little stunt you pulled today?”
Jacqueline stiffened for half a second, her dark eyes quickly scanning my face. Whatever she found relaxed her, and she tugged my face down to hers in a searing, sloppy kiss.
I allowed her to take a little of me, before I pulled back and removed her hands from my hair, “Do you have any idea what you do to me, woman?”
Jacqueline shook her head, her eyes hooded and her lips swollen and glossy. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.