Page 64 of Compassion

Anything that will remind her when she looks in the mirror of what our first night together was like.

Being driven by the desperation increases my speed.

Intensity.

Has me fucking her like it’s my cock as opposed to my hand and her throwing herself into every thrust like an untamed creature begging to broken.

Wanting – fuck that –needingto see the sight has me growling closer to her ear, “Let me see you come for me, sweetheart.” I give her clit the slightest bit of extra pressure. “Show me that fucking pussy’s mine now.”

There’s no holding her orgasm at bay any longer. Jaye explodes on a sharp curse and shoots upward towards the ceiling. Her muscles pulsate uncontrollably, striving to sever my fingers from the rest of my hand, while her voice quivers like every euphoric shiver is happening on a sexual sob. The combinations of feeling and seeing and hearing and fuck, even smelling, her undoing, the undoingIcaused, the undoingshebegged me for, has my balls tightening to the point of pain.

No. No fucking way. I’m not gonna bust a nut in my shorts from watching my girlfriend come. I fucking refuse.

Jaye struggles to catch her breath and bearing, and I arrogantly watch.

Relish in the fact I’m the reason her eyes are still hooded.

Her body still twitchy to even the gentlest touch.

Carefully removing my fingers is followed by slipping them into my mouth to taste my reward.

Her brown eyes suddenly widen in surprise yet rather than investigate the response, I simply allow her the opportunity to observe. Study the way my tongue works around them and sucks. I let her get lost in the fantasies her mind can conjure while creating my own to jerk it to later.

Just because she got hers doesn’t mean I have to get mine. I’ve never been that prick.

The freedom from my clutches makes it easier for her to roll over.

Face me.

Wrap an unexpected hand around my cock and purr, “My turn.”

On the other hand, if she’s willing to offer, who I am turn her down? What kind of shitty boyfriend would I be? However, now that we’re here, let’s just pray that I last longer than thirty seconds. What? I told you it’s been a really,reallylong fucking time…

Chapter 14

Jaye

You know I’ve always read in books and seen on TV that the first part of relationships is all about sex and talking and sex and talking and more sex; however, in my personal experience, that’s never quite been the case. Even when I first started dating Chris there wasn’t exactly an abundance of either. There was some talking but very little sex. We were together for three months before I finally just took the initiative to make it happen. I know. Very unlike me. But what can I say a girl has needs, too! He had a whole could take it or leave view on sex, which was interesting to me. And let me just stop you there. No. Chris wasn’t secretly gay. He just…didn’t see the high and mighty appeal of sex. At all. His focus was typically on making money or getting to people who could make him more money or his mini constructed cities. Sex was more like trips to the gym. He did it. He enjoyed it while he was there. Yet he didn’t go out of his way to add it to his schedule if it didn’t fit. I kind of think living inthatframe of mind is why I’m hesitant to take the plunge with Archer. I mean what if it wasn’t Chris, ya know? What if it’s just me? What if men just don’t like sexwith me? Chris wasn’t the first to not be that into me, but in my defense, the one before himwasgay, and the one fling I had during that summer of high school to college was a virgin too, so his overenthusiasm could’ve just been chalked up to that. My point is…it’s been about two weeks since we first got handsy – literally – and I’m a bit nervous about his feelings changing if we start adding mouths or connecting bodies to bodies, if you catch the scene I’m typing. Right now? The man is like a fiend. One touch or rub in a naughty way, and I’m the only thing he’s focused on doing until I’m screaming to the high heavens and shaking like a wet poodle in winter. I don’t want that to change. You think it will?

Archer’s teeth gently scrape the side of my neck as I remove the last treat from the baking sheet. I thoughtlessly moan and melt against his flannel shirt covered front, eyes shutting on instinct. My boyfriend delivers a tiny nip to my ear prior to whispering, “I know you taste better than those cookies, sweetheart.”

The smallest smirk slips onto my lips.

“You sure we don’t have time for me to have you while those cool?”

I could make time…No. Wait. Wrong thing to say!

I let my hungry gaze find his over my shoulder. “Not unless you want my dad sending a squad car by the house to commandeer these.”

My boyfriend backs down with a small chuckle. “I don’t think that would win me any points in the Lieutenant’s file.”

“What makes you think he has a file about you?”

The sarcastic expression I’m shot receives a loud giggle. “Good point. But it’s probably pretty empty since he still doesn’t have more than just a few basics.”

Not for lack of trying though.

“Why don’t you go put your shoes on while I package these up and then we can get going?”

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