Eversea A Love Story

mine, and I felt how hard he was for me. From experience that was limited to pictures I had giggled over with Jazz, or my imagination, he felt ... big. A tremor ran through me.
    He came up on an elbow, and I opened my eyes through the fog of desire to meet his intense, hooded gaze. I became aware of how rapidly I was breathing, but was completely helpless to stop it, especially as his hand at my waist slowly pushed my shirt upward. He held my eyes, unflinching, and I bit my lip with nerves as he slipped my shirt further upward and exposed first one breast, then the other. The cool air hitting my exposed skin made my already hard nipples pebble into painful peaks. My breath was almost coming in pants. God, I wanted him to touch me.
    His eyes left mine and dropped to my newly exposed flesh. His jaw tensed, and his nostrils flared. He ran a fingertip up the channel between my breasts, and then around each one excruciatingly slowly.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. His warm breath across my skin was too much.
    “Please—” I croaked and arched up further.
    “Please what?” Jack lowered his head and looked up at me through his lashes, a glint in his eye.
    I moaned again, I couldn’t help it. “Please touch me,” I managed, too far gone to feel embarrassed by my plea.
    He pressed his lower body harder against me. His fingers brushed across a tight peak.
    I inhaled swiftly. Then his warm hand palmed my whole breast, capturing a nipple and rolling it between his finger and thumb. The sensation was incredible.
    “More,” I gasped.
    He made a sound low in his throat, drew my hands above my head, and held them tight in one hand. The other arm came under my arched back, holding me up as he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his hot mouth.
    Holy shit, I thought, as lust hit me like a Mack truck. Every sensation I was feeling was more intense than the last. I was a complete slave to it and completely lost in it. The aching between my legs had reached an insistent sharp throb that was hardwired to every pull of his mouth at my breast. The lower part of my body surged toward him, trying to move his leg between mine.
    Jack groaned and shifted, his thigh coming up to press against the apex of my legs.
    I flexed, rubbing myself against him, trying to create some friction.
    “God, you’re killing me,” Jack hissed.
    “Likewise,” I said between breaths.
    He let out a low chuckle and took my mouth again, kissing me deeply. Then he rose up and worked my shirt up over my head and arms.
    I went to help but he held my hands tighter.
    “No,” he said, pulling my shirt up over my head as far as my wrists and wrapping it securely around them.
    My heart thumped, but I knew I could break free if I had to.
    “I have to do this, because if you touch me right now, I won’t be able to handle it.”
    My insides lurched at the heady feeling his words inspired. My upper body was now completely bared to him. I wanted to feel a shy embarrassment, but his hot, raking gaze was making molten heat pool through me.
    His mouth found mine again, and I kissed him back fiercely, making up for the fact that my hands couldn’t touch him.
    “But I want to touch you,” I said between breaths and kisses.
    “In time,” he whispered in my ear. He trailed wet kisses down my neck and throat to my chest.
    Jack took his time licking and nipping at each nipple, driving me to a gasping point. I was writhing and arching against him.
    One of his hands ran down my side and over my pajama’d thigh, hitching me up hard against his leg.
    I whimpered as his fingers trailed over my bottom and between my legs. I was sure he could probably feel how hot I was for him through my pajamas. I tried to move against his hand.
    He tensed and his breath came out forcefully. “God,” he croaked.
    I knew the feeling.
    He pulled his hand back up to my chest.
    I wanted to grab it and press it against where I needed it most. He kissed me again, slowly, deeply and pulled away, shifting off me slightly.
    I opened my eyes to him watching me. He was flushed, his green eyes intense. It was a mesmerizing sight in the dimming red glow of the dwindling fire. Both of us were breathing hard. He ran a hand down slowly from my neck to my hip bone, and then dipped inside my pajama pants below my navel. I held my breath, but his fingers slid back out and up to my belly.
    “Please ... I want ... I need ... ” I didn’t know how to ask, but I needed Jack not to