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Author: Jaci Burton
“Noted. ” They drank wine and she put in an action comedy next.
“I need to unwind after the first movie. I need something to make me laugh. ”
The movie was fun and action filled, with lots of explosions and car chases and great special effects. Jenna did a good job choosing movies. But he had to admit he liked the first one better, mainly because she’d stayed so close to him throughout.
Not that she’d moved all that far away during this movie. He wasn’t as invested in this one, so his attention wandered to Jenna’s legs, the way the jeans fit her like they were glued to her skin, outlining every one of her curves.
He played with her hair, letting his fingers sift through the softness of it.
“Have you always worn your hair short?”
She dragged her gaze away from the television. “In high school I wore it down to my waist. It was a giant pain in the ass to deal with, so when I traveled out of the country I cut it all off. ”
He tugged at one of the ends. “This suits you. ”
“Yeah? How so?”
“Your face is small, so too much hair would overwhelm you. Plus it makes your eyes stand out, and I can see your earrings. And you have really cute ears. The whole package is sexy. ”
She turned her head a little to the side. “Uh, wow. Thank you. ”
“You’re welcome. ”
She handed him her glass and he put it on the end table. Then she climbed onto his lap and he put his hands on her hips, feeling the warmth of her body through her jeans.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you I’ve been thinking about this all night. ”
She palmed his chest. “Thinking about what?”
“You in this position. ”
“You like a woman on top?”
“I like you in my lap. ” He flexed his fingers, testing the give and play of her flesh. “I like being able to feel you move against me. ”
She slid up his lap until the crotch of her jeans aligned with the quickly tightening bulge in his pants.
“Like that?”
He lifted his gaze to hers. “Exactly like that. ”
“This would be a lot more fun if we were naked. ”
“No hurry. ” He knew she was ready to get started on banishing those demons, but he just wanted to feel her body on his. They’d get to the naked part later. He swept his hands up the side of her ribs and along her back, then drew her against him. Her breasts pillowed against his chest, her nose just inches from his.
He palmed the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. This time, there’d be no one to interrupt them.
The softest sigh escaped her lips as their mouths met, their lips sliding together. He kept it slow and easy to start, his fingers dancing in her hair, holding her in place as he moved his mouth over hers. He swept his hand over her back and turned her so her legs were on the sofa and he had her cradled in his arms.
Then he settled into the kiss, demanding more, sliding his tongue inside her mouth to sweep against hers. She moaned and pushed her body closer to his. He heated, hardened, and snaked his hand down her back to cup and squeeze her butt.
It would be so easy to give her exactly what she wanted—to strip her bare and fuck her—to get them both off and release the tension that drove them both.
But that would be too easy, and he didn’t want anything about this to be easy.
He wanted this to be a whole lot of complicated, so she wouldn’t run off and find some other guy tomorrow.
Why he cared, he didn’t know. He wasn’t looking for a relationship or permanence of any kind. But he still didn’t want Jenna to find it with anyone else. If that made him an asshole, he’d have to live with that.
He laid her head in the crook of his arm and turned her over so he could run his hand over her breasts. She hadn’t worn a bra tonight, and he’d watched her nipples harden every time she got a chill. It had been hard not to reach out and touch them, to scoop a handful of them and tease the puckered crests every time they tightened against her top.
Now he rubbed his thumb over one, then the other, watching them peak from his touch. He tucked his hand under her shirt, her stomach quivering when he palmed it. He smiled down at her, then walked his fingers along her rib cage and laid his hand over her breast.
He loved touching her, loved seeing the spark of passion in her eyes when he rolled his thumb over her nipple.
“Lift, babe. ”
She sat up and he lifted the shirt over her head. He had her back in his arms right away, her breasts bared. Now he could play, could lift her in his arms and flick his tongue over her nipple, could lick and suck them until he heard the sweet gasps and whimpers she made.
Oh, yeah, he liked listening to her, liked feeling her wriggle against him as she turned toward him to fit a breast into his mouth. He cupped her breast, flicked his tongue over the nipple, and sucked it between his lips, using his teeth to lightly nibble until she couldn’t hold still, until she moaned and clutched his arm, digging her nails in his skin.
And when he smoothed his hand over her belly and started moving south, he heard the hitch in her breath and smiled.
Yeah, that’s exactly where he was going. Right to the button of her jeans. He undid the button, drew the zipper down, and slid his hand into her pants.
“Ty. ”
He wasn’t sure if his name was a statement, a whisper, or a plea. All he knew was her skin felt like fire under her flimsy silk panties. He dipped his fingers below her sex and touched the dangling piercing. Her body hummed, and her sweet scent filled the air around them. He slipped his fingers lower and she was damp.
“Let’s get these off. ”
She tugged at the hips of her jeans and shimmied out of them, kicking them to the end of the couch.
Her panties had white and pink stripes and were see-through, the edges barely scraping her hip bones. She reached for them but he stopped her.
“Leave these on. They’re sexy. Let me touch you. ”
He palmed the panties, felt her heat and wetness through them. And when he swiped his fingers over her sex, she arched against him. He spread the panties aside, sweeping his fingers over her pussy lips. She was like velvet here, smooth and silky. He wanted to lick her, to feel her sweet cream spill over his tongue until she came.
He sat her up and laid her back against the sofa, then dropped to his knees, drawing her legs to the edge. He scooped her butt in his hands and tilted her toward his mouth, then met her gaze as he licked the length of her.
“Oh,” was all she said as he flicked his tongue along the piercing at her clit, then took it in his mouth and sucked her, letting the bud rest against his tongue. Her flavor made his dick pound. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted her to come in his mouth.
He lashed his tongue across her lips, then slid it inside her. She lifted against him, sliding her pussy against his face.
Her response drove him crazy. It would be so easy to take his cock out and pound it inside her right now until they both came. But this was a sweet pleasure for her, and her pleasure was more important. His would come later.
Everything about her turned him on, from the way she lifted her butt to the way her muscles tightened when she was near orgasm. He flattened his tongue against her clit and wriggled it around the piercing. She cried out with a low moan, climaxing with shudders and whispered moans that nearly shattered his control.
He kissed her thighs and her belly, moving up to her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her heavy breathing.
She lifted her head and smiled down at him, then reached for him to plant a kiss on his mouth, licking his lips and taking a taste of herself.
“Mmm,” she said, then grabbed his shirt and lifted it off him, tossing it aside. She planted her hands on his shoulders, letting her hands slide down his arms.
He liked t
he way she touched him, liked the way her gaze roamed over his body with a pure feminine appreciation that made him damn glad to be a man.
“Now I want you on the sofa,” she said.
He was happy to comply.
“But first, get those pants off. ”
He grinned, kicked his boots and socks off, then watched as she slid to her knees on the floor.
Oh, yeah. He saw where she was going with this, and his balls tightened. The thought of her mouth on him made his dick quiver in anticipation. He wanted this, had thought about it over and over again in his fantasies about Jenna. And he had a lot of fantasies about her when he wasn’t with her. Even when he was with her.
So he thought about her a lot. Didn’t mean anything. Just meant she was hot and he hadn’t had his fill of her yet.
It might take awhile for him to get enough of Jenna.
She rose up against him, dragging her breasts against his chest. The tease of her nipples made his cock ache for her. He widened his legs, but she drew back.
“Not yet. I have plans for you. ” She brushed her thumb against his bottom lip, then swiped his lip with her tongue before diving in to take a hard, hot taste of him.
He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, skimming the soft skin of her back before snaking down to grab a handful of the sweet globes of her ass. He pulled her against his cock, needing to feel that connection. His dick throbbed. He’d tasted her, waited for her, and wanted to be inside her—now.
But Jenna had other plans, because she pulled away, planting kisses on his neck as she wound her way down to his chest, using her hands and mouth to drive him crazy. She razed his nipples with the tips of her fingers, dragging her tongue over one, then the other. He sucked in a breath as a lightning bolt of sensation shot to his cock. It jutted up between them and he rubbed it against her belly.
She laughed, lifted her head to grin at him. “I’m getting there. Be patient. ”
He didn’t feel patient right now. He was hungry for her.
She had a body he couldn’t get enough of, and the way she touched him drove him crazy. She was torturing him with her fingernails, raking them down his body, her mouth following her touch. She licked him, dragged her teeth over his skin until he lifted his hips off the sofa. He wasn’t sure if he wanted more or if he couldn’t stand it. All he knew was it felt so damn good and he wanted her hands and her mouth near his cock.
And when she laid her hands over his thighs and lifted her head to meet his gaze, he was ready to beg.
But he didn’t have to, because she gripped his cock at the base and stroked it, winding both hands over the shaft. He laid his head back and watched as she rolled her thumb over the crest.
His balls tightened and his cock jerked as she squeezed his cock in a vise grip.
God, he could shoot his load right now just watching her hands on him.
And when she bent and put her lips over the head, he gritted his teeth, because her mouth was hot and wet and it was sweet hell from a beautiful woman.
She rolled her tongue over his cock head, then down along the underside of his shaft, teasing his balls with the tip of her tongue before flattening it and worshiping his ball sac.
“Christ, Jenna. That feels good. ”
She took his balls in her mouth and rolled her tongue over them, then licked back up to his cock again, flicking her tongue over every part of it before engulfing it with her mouth.
She went down on him like a goddess, like every man’s dream. He leaned forward and tangled his fingers in her hair, helping her set a rhythm. He couldn’t help but push her down on his cock so she’d take all of him, wondering if she’d balk.
She made sounds of approval, wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft to squeeze and stroke him. His balls quivered. He couldn’t take much more of this. He gritted his teeth, his body stretched tight with the need to release.
“Oh, yeah, I’m going to come. ” He wanted to give her time to back up and let go of him, but she pressed her lips firmly around his cock.
He broke into a sweat as his orgasm ripped through his body, making him shudder and rock so hard his legs shook. Watching Jenna take it all, her throat working as she swallowed, heightened the intensity of his orgasm. When it was over, Jenna released him, pressing a kiss to his cock. She licked her lips and climbed up his body to kiss him. He cupped the back of her neck and slipped his tongue in her mouth, shaken by the intimacy she’d shown him.