WILLINGNESS

TELL ME

"I better not. It's for the best that we forget about it."

"Tell me."

"Why?"

"You moaned my name, Jack. I liked it, okay? There. Now. Tell me." I closed my eyes.

"If you liked it that much, I can show you." He laughed hard at that. He was joking. But stopped laughing when he realized I wasn't laughing. "You really are that curious? That much so that I can show you? You're that willing?" He was silent for a second. And sighed "If you're that willing, you show me", he snorted under his breath.

I didn't take it as a challenge or a defiance. I took it as an invitation. If I really wanted to know, I had to show him. He wasn't going to tease. He had feelings and already got accused of trying to kiss a frat boy from when we were in college, which wasn't anything but a dirty lie. It wouldn't be fair to Jack if I made him show me anything. I was the one that was aroused, horny to be true, curious and wanted to explore something that Jack knew from back to front.

I stood up slowly, to allow him to know I was moving. He stayed there, unwavering. I walked and stood next to him, letting my leg touch his. He finally raised his head, put his arms down on his sides and opened his eyes. We locked eyes for a moment. He was waiting for my next move. What was I supposed to do now? Kiss him, sit next to him, get naked? As if reading my mind he took his feet off the coffee table and rested his arms stretched on the back of the couch. A vote of confidence.

I surprised myself when I straddled him and put my hands behind me on his knees. I didn't even realize that this was me offering myself to him. I didn't know I was that much willing. I saw myself breathing deeply and slowly through my parted lips. He raised his right hand and touched my bottom lip with his fingers. They weren't soft, but they weren't rough either. It wasn't a feather-like touch, but it was a smooth one. I think he was surprised that I didn't flinch. His eyes widened slightly for a millisecond.

Then his fingers went to my jaw and then my neck. He quickly passed it by my chest and abs. I wanted to feel more of his skin on me, so I took my shirt off. His left hand got to my loop belt jeans from behind me to steady me and never left. I took my initial position and he raised his right hand to my collarbone, grazing very very slowly from right to left and right again. And at the same speed, my chest and my abs. He was taking his time and giving me time to give up. His touch was making me hard, there, I finally admitted.

He took his left hand from my jeans and looped his arm around my waist, making me come closer to him. His right hand went behind my neck. The action made me take my hand off his knees to the back of the couch, behind his head. My legs tighter around him. I could actually feel his hard-on and he possibly could feel mine. I ducked my head a bit and got really close to his face. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Our eyes were locked and that alone made everything around me heightened.

He tugged my hair a bit and I nodded. We closed the space between us and kissed. My hands were on his hair instantly. We humphed and moaned in unison. His lips felt great and I couldn't stop myself anymore. We opened our mouths together and that tongue of his explored every inch of my mouth. He groaned deep in his chest as I started to shamelessly dry hump him. Moaning. Loud. Slow. His hands went to my ass and he started to buck his hips to match mine. My hands went to his face, to his hair and back, messing him up. I was feeling like that and wanted him to feel the same way.

He stopped kissing my lips and started to kiss and lightly bite my jaw and neck. He had one hand in my ass and the other on the back of my neck now. Embracing me. My legs got tighter around him. I started tugging his shirt, I wanted to feel more of him. He let me go and I finally managed to take his shirt off. We got back to our hold on each other and I could feel his warm body. We made out like this for a while. Kissing lips, neck, jaw, chest, sucking, biting, licking... Our hips moving together, feeling each other's hardness. It was getting too heavy, too hot, too wet, too much... And I wanted more, even if I couldn't bear it.

It's been a while since I felt that way. "Now, tell me about your dream." I asked quietly next to his left ear, then biting his earlobe.

"Fuck..." he groaned. "Come here." He abruptly changed our positions and laid me on the couch, took my arms above me and locked them with his left hand, his right hand around my neck. He was supporting himself between my opened legs, on his knees and left hand. I felt trapped and submitted. And it felt really good not to think what to do next and let go. He started to kiss me roughly and tightened his grip on my neck a bit. "Do you want me to tell you or make you feel it?"

I put my legs around him and pulled him closer to me, kissing him again, sucking and biting his bottom lip. He let go of my hands, stopped the kiss, pulled himself up and went to unbutton my jeans, bringing it down a bit. He stopped and took each one of my feet to take my shoes and socks. I was stunned by how slow and precise he was. I couldn't move, just stare. He got up and took his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his jeans and got back to his position above me.

"What's your limit?" he asked me, kissing my neck and collarbone.

"I don't think I have any at this moment." I panted. "But, can we stop if I reach it?"