She grasped his shoulders and bunched up the fabric of his new MnM shirt, hitching it up his back. “Let me see you,” she begged around their kisses. “Let me see.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He raised his arms, and she yanked his shirt off, discarding it on the floor beside her own.
“Christ Almighty,” she swore. He was unreal. The planes and contours of his body were superhero perfect, anatomy textbook perfect. Just looking at him made her so wet she could feel it dampen her panties. “I should take up boxing.”
Felix laughed and took her by the wrist. He placed her hand on his bare chest. His heart pounded beneath her palm. She curled her fingers into his thick, dark hair and listened to his contented moan.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Yup.” Jo was nodding like a goddamn fool. “Good. Real… really good.”
“Do you want to see more?” He guided her hand toward his waistband. He shuddered as her fingertips combed through his chest hair, rippled over his abs. “I’ll touch you first, Jo. But I want you to take off my jeans.”
Now that he’d drawn her attention downward, Jo could only stare at the bulge of his dick against his fly. She wanted to see it. Wanted it inside her. “I can do that.”
“That’s my girl.”
Jesus, why did the core of her being melt when he said that? Why did it make her whimper like a needy kitten? For years now, Jo had hated being called a girl, especially working in a profession where people often treated her as if she were young and naïve. But God damn it, she could listen to Felix praise her like that—warm and doting and sincere—all fucking day.
He let go of her wrist, and she eased the fly of his jeans open. She brushed his cock, drawing a guttural sound out of him. His erection was even bigger with nothing but his navy boxer briefs to hold him in. Jo pushed his jeans down and crouched to take them all the way off like he’d asked. He stepped out of them while she gazed up at him. She tossed a quick glance at his cock and licked her upper lip with the very tip of her tongue. Then, she watched the moment Felix’s brain short-circuited. Jo gave him a devilish grin and slowly rose back up.
“I like your legs too, Felix.”
“I’m glad,” he replied. “Now I want to see you. Lie down so I can get those pants off you.”
Jo glanced from side to side. She tilted her head as if confused, crossed her arms over her chest, and pointed to either side of her. “Your bed or mine?”
“Fuck, woman, I don’t care. Just pick a bed and get on it.”
She laughed and chose his bed. She set her glasses aside then crawled onto it on her hands and knees, giving him a view of her ass before she rolled to her back. Felix took his socks off first, then hers. He ran his hand over her body, from her throat, past the center of her bra, over her midriff, and down her leggings to stop millimeters shy of her pussy. She groaned in frustration and rolled her hips up into his hand. Felix grinned, as if he’d been waiting for her to do just that, and cupped her. The heel of his hand massaged her gently.
Christ. He felt so good already, but it wasn’t nearly enough to sate the driving need inside her. “I thought you were going to take my pants off.”
“I will,” he assured her. “But first I’m going to tell you what’s about to happen.”
Jo’s entire body turned white hot, centering on the lazy circles his hand was making over her vulva.
“I’m going to start off slow, with one, maybe two, fingers. I’ll start to learn your body and what you like. I’ll let you get familiar with my touch.” He grasped the headboard and leaned over her. His hand pressed the tiniest bit harder, and Jo let out a high-pitched whine she didn’t know she was capable of making. “And then I’ll ramp up and give you everything I’ve got. I am very good with my hands, Jo. I have the stamina to last as long as you can. I’ll make you come as many times as you want. If it’s ever too much, or not enough, or if you want something different, all you have to do is ask.”
“Holy shit,” she breathed, trembling all over.
He reached down to brush a loose lock of hair off her forehead. “With that in mind, do you still want me to touch you, Jo?”
Jo had never wanted anything more. “Yes. Please.”
The gentle pressure of his hand vanished, and he peeled her leggings off her legs. He flung them away without looking. They draped over the TV, and Jo laughed. Then he did the same with her panties, leaving her naked except for her bra.
“Spread your legs more for me,” Felix said. She complied, and he knelt between her knees. He stared at her, open for him, and licked his lips. “So wet already, my Jo? Good girl.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, unable to stop herself.
His first touch was divine. Two fingertips dipped into her wetness and drew slowly up toward her clit. Jo let out a soft groan when he found her favorite spot.
“Right there?” He gave her slow, steady circles, working her up with precision. His other hand glided over the dimpled flesh of her hip. “Such pretty sounds you make when I touch you. Keep letting me hear them.”
The heat that enveloped her grew even stronger in her cheeks. She didn’t tend to hold back when she felt good, but no one had ever encouraged her moans before. Letting her eyes fall closed, she gave herself over to Felix’s ministrations. Soon, her wordless sounds rang out in harmony with his tender words of praise.
“Ready, Jo?” he said after a while. “I’m going to give you a little more.”
His hand shifted, and his fingers slid inside her.
“God, yes. Felix. Yes.”
His thumb pressed into her clit as he thrust his fingers deeper into her cunt. Jo bucked against the mattress and cried out in pleasure. She gripped the pillow tightly, needing something to anchor to.
“Do you like it, baby?”
Jo’s eyes flew open. She glared at the ceiling as a pang pierced her gut, her heart, her mind, drowning out all other sensations in an instant. “Don’t call me that.”
“Do you like it, Jo? Do you like the way my hand feels inside you?”
Was someone touching her? She could hardly tell. Jo squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to focus. There. She could feel it now. She squirmed. “Mm-hmm.”
The hand stopped moving. Knuckles grazed her cheek.
“Hey. Look at me, Jo. Come back.”
