Those lips pursed, and his index finger moved across the eyebrow closest to him. “I don’t want to….”

Yeah, the idea of him leaving hurt me too.

But…

He had to go. I would never ask him to stay. I reached up for his hand and dragged it over so I could press my lips against his palm.

His hand went to my cheek, and those eyes met mine for a moment, unblinking and so serious, and then he was leaning over and that mouth was on mine. Jonah pulled my top lip into his mouth before releasing it and then sucking the other one. Then it was my turn; his lips parting under mine, and I didn’t hesitate to slip my tongue against his.

His mouth was warm, and his lips were smooth as we brushed tongues. His hand slipped to the back of my loose, wet hair and held my head in place as he deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth even more. I moaned into him as he turned his head and kissed me the other way.

When he pulled back a moment later, the tip of his nose brushing against mine, he asked, “Okay?” all I could do was nod.

Then he kissed me some more, soft and slow and deep, brushing tongue and lips against my own. The hand on the back of my head moved to cup my nape, his other hand sliding over my lap to grip my hip over the covers that had fallen to my waist. Both of my hands were on his shoulders before sliding them over the soft skin of his upper arms, then back up and over the warm flesh spread tight over his shoulder blades.

“I love your mouth,” Jonah whispered as he pulled back slightly, I could still feel his lips move. He kissed each of my cheeks, taking his time, moving down to do the same along my jaw. “Love kissing you. Looking at you. Touching you. Holding you,” he let me know between kisses.

Something hard formed in my throat at his words, at his affection. When I had the chance, I caught his mouth again in another deep, deep kiss that made my skin tingle. It was while we were kissing that I let my hands drift down his pectorals, dragging my fingertips over the lean skin covering his abs, one hand brushing over his belly button, which had the faintest little trail of hair beneath it, leading down until I touched the band of what I knew was tiny boxer briefs.

Jonah pulled his mouth away, sucking in a breath as I dipped my fingers under that elastic band, the backs of them brushing even more warm, smooth skin.

“Oh,” he gasped in a hoarse whisper a second before I felt the short, curly hair hidden in there.

I snuck my hand in a little farther until I touched the base of his cock… and Jonah jumped. I met his eyes and smiled, stroking what I could reach of the thick root there. His big, thick cock twitched in his underwear at the same time a shudder worked its way through Jonah’s spine, earning me a hiss and a “Len!”

I was grinning when his mouth covered mine again, and every other part of me was smiling as his body turned and moved toward me, over me as I scooted down in the bed to lay flat on my back. I felt the comforter over me get tossed to the side, the cool air hitting my bare legs for a moment before Jonah slipped a hand under my knee and moved it aside as he kneeled there, jeans open into a V, his boxer briefs lower than before, giving me a good view of the trail of hair leading from his belly button down to the treasure he had hidden.

Jonah braced himself on his elbows as his lower body curled against mine… reminding me that I only had a big T-shirt and panties on. I hadn’t been able to find a clean sports bra and had been too lazy to go downstairs to look through the laundry room.

A palm stroked the outside of my thigh over and over again, sliding up and up until he was cupping my ass cheek, kneading the muscle and skin there as his mouth opened over my neck and gave the skin there a soft suck.

“Jonah.” I arched my back under him, my nipples brushing against his chest through my shirt, and Jonah moved to lick and then suck at the other side of my neck.

His lips trailed further down as I wrapped my legs around his hips, loving the feel of his worn jeans on my bare inner thighs. A hand covered my breast, cupping it, as his mouth descended as well. Jonah sucked through the shirt, his tongue flicking over the hard nub.

I wiggled under him, arching my back again as my hands went to his hips, sneaking under that waistband again until I had a hand full of his perfect ass cheeks, tugging him in toward me. Wanting him in.

When Jonah’s mouth switched over to my other breast, sucking that one too into his warm, warm mouth, I wiggled and arched my back more. His hands tugged my shirt up to my waist, and Jonah scooted down the bed. When his finger hooked into the stretchy material of my underwear and tugged it aside, I only had a second to hold my breath before his tongue was there. Down there. Dipping in before those lips pursed over my clit and sucked that too.

My hands clutched the pillow under my head as he tucked his tongue inside of me again, replaced by one slow-sliding finger and then another. They scissored as I held my breath and my thighs jumped around his ears. Jonah moaned low and hoarse as he pushed in and out, flexing and moving his big fingers inside of me over and over again until I could hear how wet I was, his mouth opening and closing, nibbling and sucking. He licked one lip and then the other before tracing his tongue over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before going back… until he stopped. The flat of his tongue gave me another swipe down my lips before he dipped both fingers into his mouth. His smile was huge.

I sat up enough to grab at the band of his underwear and tug the material down so that his long, thick mass bounced out, tipping up to slap at his lower stomach. I settled my eyes on the tip weeping clear, nearly white tears. Wrapping my hand halfway down the length of it, I gave his dick a soft squeeze, his precum warm and sticky under my palm. “I forgot how pretty this big thing is,” I told him a second before I leaned forward and gave the head a lick that had Jonah jerking his hips back with a smile and a shake of his head.

“One more of that and it’ll be over in no time,” he whispered before ducking down and giving me another kiss that distracted me enough so that I didn’t know where he was until his hips were between my legs again and the head of him was nudging against my clit. “I don’t have a condom.”

I raised my hips, letting his head slide over my clit and back down while I said, “I’m on birth control, and I’m not ovulating.” I dragged my tongue over the column of his neck, giving the tendon there its own suck.

Jonah didn’t wait. His hand went in between us, and the next thing I knew, that big plum of his head was pushing through, in and in and in, and….

I groaned at the sting of his size in me after so fucking long and the pure fucking pleasure of having him in me, his upper body over mine… his mouth taking my own as he pushed slowly to the hilt with a grunt.

You could say the last thing I was expecting was the husky, gravelly laugh that bubbled out of Jonah’s mouth when he was seated deeply in me, filling me up like nobody and nothing else ever could or would.

I sucked in a breath as the movement of his laugh made him twitch inside of me, and even then, I started laughing too. “What the hell are you laughing over?”

Jonah looked down at me, pain in his eyes, and groaned before saying, taking his time with each word, “I’m sorry, love.” His throat bobbed, and he took my mouth again, pulling out about halfway before thrusting back inside just as slow. “This isn’t going to last long, and I think it’s funny how short this is going to be. I’m sorry.”