Touching, kissing, licking, oh yes, all of the above. She wanted the full treatment, she deserved the full treatment and she had a strong feeling this man knew exactly how to deliver.
“I think I am,” she finally admitted, her voice deliberately soft, her gaze dropping from his. She feigned embarrassment, maybe even a little bit of submission. He reached for her, his long fingers curling around her chin as he lifted her face so she would look at him.
“I like that about you. Your honesty.” His fingers stroked her chin, along the line of her jaw. Her eyes slid closed, pleasure coursing through her veins at the simple yet effective touch. “Lay down on the bed, Jenna.”
His quiet command sent a thrill shooting through her, and she withdrew from him, crawled over to her spot and lay flat on her back. She watched him as he followed, his long, hard body crawling up the length of the mattress, up the length of her. Right up over her body until his face hovered above hers, his legs spread on either side of her hips. If she lifted herself the slightest bit she would brush against him, would feel his skin on hers and the realization made her head spin.
He made her dizzy. He made her weak. He made her want. Oh, how she wanted him.
A slow smile spread on his face, and his fingers drifted across her cheek, traced her lips. She sucked his finger deep, gave it a little lick and nibble, and he released his breath in an accelerated rush.
“This is crazy.” Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to hers, stole the breath from her body with one long, drugging kiss and when their lips parted, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Insane.”
“What’s crazy and insane?” She stared into his eyes, enjoying the connection they seemed to share.
“This. We just met. Outside. In the rain.” He laughed and she joined in but then his expression grew serious. He kissed her again, as if he couldn’t resist, and she knew she certainly couldn’t.
The kisses went on forever, slow, thorough explorations of each other’s mouths that reminded her of the great make out sessions of her teenaged youth. She wanted more, gave him indications with subtle shifts of her body, blatant brushes of her fingers against his cock. He still wore his underwear and she played with the waistband, slid her hands beneath the fabric to run her palms over the muscled deliciousness of his ass.
“You got condoms?” he asked once he came up for air.
She nodded and pointed in the direction of her bedside table. “In there.”
Ooh, she hoped he didn’t think she was a slut, but she was a safety girl first and foremost. Like the Girl Scout of Sex or whatever.
Brett pulled open the drawer on her bedside table with such force she was surprised he didn’t yank it completely out. He rummaged through, pulled out a small bullet vibrator and showed it to her. “Interesting.”
Her cheeks heated, and she lunged for the vibrator, but he held it away from her. “I should’ve grabbed the condom.”
He laughed and admired the sleek little silver bullet in his hand. “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have found this? Shall we use it later?”
Liquid heat flooded her pussy at the vision of watching Brett stroke the vibrator against her clit, his big fingers holding it nice and steady, a naughty expression on his face as he watched her writhe in pleasure.
Oh, yeah…
“Why not now?”
“I’m too anxious to get inside you,” he admitted, dropping the vibrator back into the drawer and pulling a wrapped condom out instead. “We’ll play with toys later.”
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sp; Why did it give her a little thrill that he was so eager to be inside her? She felt just as eager, her legs restlessly tangling with his, her hands smoothing over his butt again. Tugging at his underwear so they slipped down and he helped her ease them off until he was just as naked as she was.
Finally. Skin to skin, he was so hot, so deliciously solid. He lifted away from her, and she immediately wanted to protest. Watched instead with admiration as he rolled the condom on his more than impressive cock.
Oh my, and it really was impressive. Long and thick and weeping at the slit, she almost wished he hadn’t rolled the condom on. Wished instead she could have a taste of him. Sample the goods so to speak.
She had a feeling they would both enjoy it.
Brett came back over her, a hot yet tender expression on his handsome face. She felt the thrust of his cock against her pussy, and she spread her legs, preparing for him, anxious for him to find his way inside. Leaning down, he kissed her, his lips damp, warm, his tongue like velvet sliding into her mouth.
And then he pushed himself inside, one slick thrust that buried him balls deep.
Jenna gasped. He quite simply took her breath away.
She felt…amazing. The hot, tight clasp of her pussy around his throbbing cock, her legs wrapped around his waist sent him deeper. He didn’t want to move, was afraid he might end it before it really began, and he took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Struggled for control.
He felt her lips brush against his chest, and he started to shake. What was this woman doing to him? He could hardly function having her like this, connected with her, her mouth on his skin, her scent wrapping around him. Jenna consumed him, and yet he barely knew her. She was a virtual stranger.