The backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress, and Jared follows me down as I fall, catching himself on his forearms to hover above me. The weight of him presses me into the quilted surface, his body warm and solid over mine.
I roll my hips upward, seeking more contact.
Jared plants his palms on either side of my head and shifts his weight, pinning me in place. “Let me.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Let you what?”
“Take care of you.” His mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Let me show you what it’s like.”
I try to rise, to flip our positions and take control as I always have. “I know what it’s like.”
He pushes me back down with gentle pressure on my shoulder. “No, you don’t. You’re always the one giving. Let someone take care of you for once.”
The truth of the words cut through me. I’ve spent so long being the strong one, the provider, the Alpha who protects and serves that I’ve forgotten how to receive.
“I don’t know how,” I admit, the confession painful in its honesty.
Jared smiles against my skin. “Then let me teach you.”
His mouth traces a path down my neck, across my collarbone, lingering at the swell of my breast above my bra. With unhurried fingers, he undoes the snaps and draws down the zipper at the front, peeling it away from my body.
I take in a shaky breath as the constant pressure eases, and my breasts spill free. Jared murmurs his appreciation as he cups them, thumbing my nipples to hard peaks before the warmth of his breath replaces them. When his lips close around one sensitive bud, a shock of pleasure arrows straight to my core. My back arches off the bed, pressing more of myself into his mouth.
Jared’s hands slide down my sides, mapping the contours of my body with reverent attention. His tongue circles my nipple before moving to lavish the same care on its twin.
My breathing turns uneven as he moves lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire across my abdomen. His hands ease my thighs apart, creating room for his broad shoulders as he settles between my legs.
“Jared,” I gasp, the intimacy overwhelming.
He pauses, looking up the length of my body, his hair falling across his forehead. “Too much?”
His concern nearly undoes me. I shake my head, unable to form words as emotion clogs my throat.
“Good,” he growls. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
When his mouth finds my center, my world narrows to the point of contact. His tongue traces patterns that have me clutching the quilt beneath me, my hips rising to meet each stroke. My body trembles, overwhelmed by the sensations and even more by the realization that someone wants to pleasure me this way.
No one has ever taken time with me like this. No one has ever made my pleasure their focus. Tears threaten, and I blink them away, refusing to let him see how this affects me.
But Jared knows. Somehow, he knows, his eyes meeting mine as he worships my body with his mouth, showing me what it means to be cherished.
I tug at his hair. “It’s too much. I need you inside me.”
Without protest, he rises above me, his body trembling with restraint as he positions himself between my thighs. The head of his cock notches at my slick entrance, and when he pushes forward,sliding into me inch by slow inch, we both groan at the sensation. He fills me, stretching my body in ways that make my toes curl into the sheets.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest on mine. “You feel incredible.”
My muscles clench around him in response, pulling him deeper. His hips jerk, driving him to the hilt. The fullness steals my breath, my body adjusting to accommodate him.
“I’m not going to last,” Jared warns, strained as he begins to move. “Been wanting this too long.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Same here.”
His rhythm builds, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my core. I arch beneath him, meeting his movements with my own. The slick sound of our bodies joining fills the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing.
Jared’s hand slides between us to circle my clit, layering sensations until a cry breaks from me. His eyes stay locked on mine, absorbing every reaction and leaving me stripped bare.
“Want to knot you,” he whispers into my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Need to feel you lock around me.”