I slide my sweats down my legs, kicking them next to my shirt. My cock is hard, standing at attention.
“Holy shit,” Jazzy murmurs as her eyes drink me in. “What the hell, Jake?”
“What?” I look down at my cock. I’m hard but I’m sure she expected that.Feltthat.
But then her fingers trace over my left pec, where her name is embedded in script. “Wh-when did you get this?”
“When I was eighteen.” I needed to keep her with me somehow. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
That’s a lie. The only thing I wanted more was her safety, her happiness. Which is why I’ve stayed away.
“Why would you do that?” she asks.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my best friend, Jaz, the only woman I’m ever going to love. I wanted to imprint you on my body, to match the imprint you have on my heart, on my soul,” I tell her.
“When did you become a Hallmark card?” She chuckles. “So sweet, Jake.”
My hand cups her bare pussy. “This is what’s sweet.” I move the topic back to why we’re both standing here completelynaked. My fingers slide through her folds. “You’re so fucking wet,” I groan, pushing two fingers inside her.
The walls of her pussy clench and her hips jerk. “Shit.” Her hands land on my shoulders.
I pump my fingers in and out of her. Slowly, so fucking slowly. “I want you to come on my hand,” I tell her. “Are you going to come for me, Jazzy?” My mouth lands on her neck, alternating between licking, sucking, nibbling on the soft skin there.
“If you keep doing that, I will,” she moans, tilting her head to the side. Granting me full, unrestricted access to her skin.
When I feel the walls of her pussy start to convulse, I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive flesh. My other hand wraps around her throat, and I lift my face to hers. Watching. I want to see her face when she comes apart for me. And Jazzy doesn’t disappoint. Her entire body stiffens as her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my fingers.
“So fucking beautiful,” I tell her. “You come so prettily, Jazzy.”
Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing labored, and her pulse is beating rapidly beneath my fingertips. She smiles at me. “Thank you?”
I chuckle. “I could make you come all day long, just to see this look on you over and over again.”
“Okay, I could clear my calendar for that to happen.”
I pull my fingers from her opening, bring them to my mouth, and suck them clean. “So fucking sweet.”
Then I drag her over to the sofa, sit down, and pull her on top of me. Her legs settle on each side of my hips.
“I want you to ride me,” I tell her, and she doesn’t disappoint. Lining herself up with my cock, Jazzy slides down until she’s fully seated.
I can feel everything. So warm, soft, and wet. And then it hits me. Fuck. I freeze.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, noticing my sudden discomfort.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Do you have any diseases?”
“What? Fuck no. I wouldn’t be touching you if I did,” I tell her.
“Okay, well, do you want to stop?” Her pussy squeezes my dick.
“No, but I’m also not going to put you in that position, Jazzy.”
“In what position?”
“The one where you’re pregnant with the next Westmead heir,” I say.