#jay thought

when you two get into bed it's slow, so sensual and passionate in an understated way. his touches on your skin are featherlight but they leave a trail of warmth anyway, his kisses are soft and slow and you can feel another inch of exhaustion leave his body with every deep exhale.

he tells you he loves you so often, and he needs to hear it back, it's what drives him forward. he searches for your eyes even in the darkness of the night, the glimmer enough to let him know everything's okay. he lets you guide his movements, is at your mercy and ready to obey whatever request you might have. he usually needs to taste you at least once before he makes love to you, but when you touch him and tell him to just lay back and let you do the work, he allows it.

it's vulnerable and he feels exposed in ways no clothing or fabric could ever alleviate, but it's okay as long it's you. he doesn't stifle any moan, doesn't hide any twitch or movement of his hips against your hand. jay bares it all in front of you and takes it, lets you play with him until the knots in his back don't feel as tight anymore, until head spins with pleasure instead of pressure, until his mind is finally somewhere else and not stuck back at work.

imagine his surprise when you ask him to teach you how to cum because you can't seem to do it alone. poor jay is immediately hard in his pants :( after all the nights he spent fucking his fist to the thought of you, ashamed because of how wrong his feelings are, trying his best to keep them at bay because you don't deserve it. yet here you are, right in front of him, asking him for help. not all the other useless guys that try to get their hands in your panties. you're asking him. your stepbrother.

he's not just gonna take advantage of you though, he's better than that. he keeps his hands to himself

he guides you to grab his pillow, instructing you to get rid of your panties (he actually moans when you lift up your shirt and show him your pretty bare pussy, you already came in without them on, the little vixen you are) he makes you straddle it, easing you into riding it step by step. and when you whine that's it's not enough and you need his touch, all the does is softly move your hair out of the way and litter the skin of your neck in the softest little kisses :( he whispers sweet words of praise as you keep moving your hips: how well you're doing, how much of a good girl you are for him, how pretty you look so desperate for him.

if you insist you want more again, he gently bites your neck, just enough to have your breath hitch, and bends down to spit on his own pillow so now you have to ride it like that