This time, JC paused.
I still had an IUD. But I’d been with someone else. I knew he had to be thinking about that as he stood there, his cock in his hand, ready to enter me, and I knew I had to say something.
I searched for a way to say what I needed to while leaving Chandler out of it as much as possible. “I’ve used condoms,” I said between ragged breaths. “There’s never been a time that I wasn’t protected.”
His eyes never left mine. “Yeah, but do you trust me?”
Until that moment, it hadn’t occurred to me that he could have been with anyone else in the year we’d been apart. Jealousy raged through me. And anger. I had no right to either since I’d had my own affair, but there they were, real and pulsing with the same magnitude as my desire.
And there was no way I was letting go of my want. Not when it was so close to being met, no matter what my other emotions were.
I tilted my chin up and gave him my answer. “Fuck me, Justin.”
He didn’t wait another second. With his hands gripping my hips, he shoved into me, burying his cock deep inside. I cried out from the relief, from my anger, from the unbelievably exquisite pleasure. He pulled out and drove in again, out and then in, quickly attaining a rapid speed. He filled me completely, but I was so wet, so slick, that I adjusted to him easily, my walls fitting him like I’d specifically been made for him to be inside me.
God, it was everything I’d remembered and more. Being with him. Even with my lingering fury and frustration, I was transported to a state of bliss. Only he could ignite me this quickly, this thoroughly, lighting every nerve in my body like his cock was a torch and my cunt was a pool of gasoline.
My fingers clutched onto his shirt, and my mouth tilted up to latch onto his. I wanted to be as close to him as I could, every part of my body touching his. I hated the clothes that separated us from contact, but I hated the idea of halting to disrobe even more.
And it didn’t matter what I wanted anyway, because it was then that JC took total charge, breaking our kiss and pulling back so that the only place we were connected was between my thighs. In an act of defiance, I swung my legs around his waist, but he reached behind and wrapped his fingers around my calves and pushed out and back so that my knees were bent and my body spread.
I followed his gaze down to watch him fuck me, his cock stroking in and out of my pussy. The sight was so erotic that I automatically clamped tighter around him, and my orgasm began its upward climb.
JC leaned in to my ear. “Tell me what it feels like,” he demanded in a husky voice.
He’d always liked talking during sex, liked me to verbally acknowledge what he did to me. I hadn’t forgotten, and I’d always liked being prodded by him. My head spun so much when he was inside me that it was hard to form thoughts, let alone words. His questions helped direct my attention, made me have to focus and participate in the pleasure, which made it that much more enjoyable.
“It’s good,” I told him now. “You feel good.”
“How else?” He took my lobe in between his teeth and bit.
“Ah,” I cried, the sting at my ear humming through my entire body. “You turn me on everywhere. And you’re so deep. So hard. I love how you feel.”
“More. Tell me more.”
His tempo had changed since he’d begun talking, slowed to a torturous pace. I tilted my hips forward, urging him to pick up the speed. “I’ve missed this so much. Missed having you inside me like this. Please, JC.”
But he went even slower, his cock moving languidly inside me. “Go on.”
“JC. Please. I need. I can’t. Please.” I squirmed and pled, unable to concentrate on anything but the tension in my belly, begging to be unraveled, aching to be pummeled into release.
He ran his thumb along my jaw then lifted my chin up until our eyes met. “I’ll go on when I’m ready, Gwen. Tell me what I want to hear.”
I didn’t know what he wanted to hear, and fuck, I was going to die if he didn’t let me get to my orgasm, like, now.
But the look on his face said that his patience wasn’t leaving any time soon, and he had no problem tormenting me. He placed his thumb on my clit, just to make sure I was clear on that.
At the pressure of his touch, the tension grew tauter. I was desperate now, frantic with need. Keeping my gaze on his, I tried again. “It feels so good. So right.” I paused, searching for what else. “Like I was made for you.”
I wasn’t sure, but I thought his face brightened. He swirled his thumb around my nub, and I knew that despite his leisurely pace, it wouldn’t be long before I burst.