James wants her on the bed

"Good," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped back, unbuckling his belt. He let his pants fall to the ground, revealing the erection that strained against the fabric of his boxers. "Now, get on the bed,” he commanded softly.

“No, on your hands and knees." The command was firm, leaving no room for argument, and Felicity felt her heart race even faster as she complied, her knees trembling slightly on the soft comforter.

James approached her from behind, his breath hot on her neck as he reached around to squeeze her breasts through the lace of her bra. He groaned in appreciation, his grip tightening as he bent down to kiss the line of her spine. His hand slipped down to her thong, the fabric now damp from her arousal. He hooked his fingers under the elastic and slid it aside, his thumb finding her clit and applying just the right amount of pressure.

Felicity's body responded instinctively, arching back into his touch. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so desperately wanted. James's fingers explored her, one sliding into her tight heat as he began to rub her clit in slow, firm circles. The sensations were overwhelming, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

With a smirk, James slipped his finger into her, feeling the incredible tightness that made his cock throb even more. "Fuck," he breathed, genuinely shocked by how tight she was. He had been with other women, but none had been this snug. "You're so fucking tight, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "It's like fingering a fucking virgin."