Page 63 of Soaring Sweethearts

“Now, come over here and take me flying,” she said, drawing back the covers and inviting him in.

His grin widened, and he climbed on top of her, settling between her legs once again. Kissing her deeply, he reached down and stroked her until she couldn’t form words. His stubble rasped against her as he kissed his way down her chest and belly. Was this the moment he was going to take her at long last? But instead, he nuzzled her curls and licked.

She hardly had time to register surprise before her mind disconnected, and all she could do was soar.

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Jack had dreamed of tasting Contance more than he wanted to admit, and the way she writhed and moaned beneath him, clutching his hair as he licked and sucked, almost sent him over the edge himself.

He knew he shouldn’t have been doing this. It was selfish to invite her, and he was breaking the trust Ernie and his father placed in him, but at this moment, he couldn’t bring himself to feel the least bit sorry.

She wanted this. With him. She loved him. And that was all that mattered. Everyone else could damn well piss off.

What she said about everyone treating her like porcelain was true, and though he knew she felt things deeply and took time to recover from emotional blows, he had also seen her strength and resilience. If he was going to be the man she deserved, he needed to trust her judgment of what she wanted and what she could handle, including in bed.

She said it plain and clear as day. She wanted his cock inside her. That memory would fuel a lifetime of fantasies. And desperate and aching as he was to slide into her, he was determined to give her the best first experience in history.

He was going to make her come so many times that she begged for mercy while he opened her up and prepared her sweet, tight pussy to take him. He’d already slid one finger inside her all the way up to the knuckle, and it took all his concentration to focus on the task at hand as she clenched around it. What would it feel like to be inside her as she came? He had every intention of finding out.

The pulsation around his finger intensified. Sweet Jesus. She was on the verge. He sucked hard on her nub and added a second finger, as she squirmed and bore down, welcoming him in. Her whole body shuddered, and she arched her back with a wail that he felt all the way down in his balls.

Every expletive he knew ran through his head, and he tried to hold off his own reaction, squeezing painfully hard as his hips moved in sync with his fingers. He’d wanted this for so long, but he couldn’t rush it. To make her as ready as possible, he wanted to send her soaring at least once more and slide another finger into her.

“Oh, Jack. Oh, Jack. Please I need you,” she pleaded as the pulsation peaked and her whole body shook with the force of her release. It was so tempting to give in, but he couldn’t. Not yet.

He slowed his pace, giving her a moment to recover. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart. This is just the beginning. We’re going to do this all over again in a moment. I’m just letting you catch your breath.”

“You can’t be serious. I don’t know if I can take it.” The wrecked rasp in her voice made his male pride purr.

“You can take it, sweetheart. You’re doing such a good job. Let me fly you even higher. I’m going to suck every last drop of pleasure you have until you’re ready to fall apart. Then and only then, when you’re about to tip over into freefall, I’m going slide inside you and bring you home.”

So soon. But not quite yet. He had to hold back just a little bit longer to make it so good for her that she’d never forget it. The tip of his cock wept with pearly liquid, impatient to sink home, but his damned cock would have to wait.

She raised her head, brow furrowed. “Millie told me that if we… umm…did things that it was important to be safe. Do you have…umm…?”

“Condoms? Yes, I bought some this evening just in case.” Deep down, he’d known this might happen. He’d agonized about whether to buy them after dinner. It made his betrayal of his commitments to Ernie and his father feel premeditated. But in the end, he’d decided it was better to take precautions than risk getting carried away and having nothing to prevent unwanted consequences. She was too precious to him to put in that position. And he did have that marriage license tucked away in his desk, just in case even that protection wasn’t enough. He truly did have honorable intentions.

“Good.” God, he loved her sex-drunk smile. She had no idea how alluring she was spread out before him like a feast. The temptation to cover her body with his own and have her now was almost irresistible. She would have welcomed him. Of that, he was certain. But she would only have one first time, and he had to make it perfect.

With studied laziness, he started to trace a finger around her tender bud, still throbbing and sensitive from her last release, but he avoided direct contact.

She left out a little puff of air. “That’s so maddening.”

He grinned. “Mmm. In a good way?”

“You have no idea.”

“I have some idea.” He licked her once with a sharp flick of the tongue, and she yelped.

This was going to be fun. If he’d taken her soaring above the clouds before, this time he was going to fly her right up to the stars. While he wasn’t proud of his past dalliances, he said a silent thanks to the ladies who had taught him what he needed to know to drive Constance wild. Thank God he wasn’t a fumbling virgin himself, or this would have gone so poorly.

“I don’t know if I want to push you away or ask you to do it again. Does that make any sense?”

She stroked his hair as he hovered above her soaked curls. A part of him would have been perfectly happy to do this forever, even as his balls clenched in protest.

“Good. That’s exactly where I want you. It’s all going to be too much from here on out. Just surrender to it. I promise you’ll enjoy it even as it drives you mad. Sometimes, it’s a good thing to let go and feel too much.” He reached up, took her hand, and squeezed it. “Trust me.”

“I do.” She squeezed it back.