Dylan
My body instantly responded to the point that my dick hurt being trapped in denim. I let my hands slide down Jenna’s back and cupped her ass. I’d never considered myself an ass man… until now. She had a nice, firm shape and I squeezed, bringing her up against me. I ached for the girl and she knew it too.
Seconds later, she tossed her jacket and sweater to the floor and attached herself to me. Her legs went around my waist and her arms around my neck. She wiggled and rocked. “I want you. Right here. Right now.” My eyes widened in surprise as she crushed her mouth against mine. Her tongue pressed between my lips and searched.
It was time to take over the sexy girl in my arms. I wasn’t used to being led. I was usually the one leading. I backed her up against the door while I changed the direction of the kiss. I angled my mouth to the side and consumed her. The moan I caught in my mouth set my blood on fire. I was quickly losing control of the situation with how responsive Jenna was to my touch.
Her body writhed against me in a frantic fight for what it wanted, and I found I was helpless to stop her or slow her down. Instead, I quickly opened her jeans and slid a hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaked as I cupped her and pressed a finger between the swollen lips. My finger slipped between and entered her. The moment I did, she grabbed my short hair and tugged my face down to hers, nipping and kissing me with wild abandonment.
The palm of my hand pressed against her mound while my finger slipped in and out, making her wetter. I felt her clenching around that finger, and I swore I felt every wet suction in my balls. My dick was rock hard and pulsed in time to Jenna’s reaction.
I was into this hot and quick sex, but, if I wasn’t careful, I’d come in my jeans with the way Jenna was going up in my arms. I used the door and my hips to keep her upright and moved my free hand to slip inside the back of her jeans. The moment I clenched her butt cheek in my hand, I fucked her hard with my finger. Seconds later, she came. She was bloody glorious when she did. Her head full of dark hair was thrown back and the keening moan she released drove me nuts. Not to mention the feel of her rippling around my finger. My dick pulsed. My heart raced. I couldn’t do anything about the way I reacted.
Jenna twitched in my arms and wrapping her fingers around my wrist, she tugged my hand free. “No more.” She sighed once I moved my hand before she wiggled out of my hold, dragging her body down mine. I had to breathe deeply to prevent the explosion that had built in my balls.
Breathing heavily, I slowly let her legs fall to the floor and held her steady. My cock was so damn hard and jerked when I saw a little bit of hair showing above her panties, which had lowered when my hand had been inside her pants.
I couldn’t wait to get inside of her. “I want you naked,” my voice deserted me, and the words came out dark and husky.
“That can be arranged.” She stepped backwards and quickly started to remove her clothing. When she reached to unclip the last garment, her bra, she raised a brow at me enjoying the show. “What are you waiting for?”
I briefly met her amusement and quickly started tossing my boots and clothes every which way. My arousal had already grown to large proportions so the minute I was free of clothing, I lunged for her.
She was ready.
I kissed the life out of her and then positioned her over the back of the sofa. My hands caressed her bottom, her hips, and then my fingers delved between her legs. “God, Jenna. I can’t get enough of you,” I confessed as I slowly pushed my dick inside her wet pussy.
She gripped my cock, building the pleasure low in my balls. Jenna moaned and arched up and against my body, an arm snaked around my neck, and she turned her beautiful face up to mine. “Kiss me,” she breathed against my lips.
“My pleasure.” My lips captured hers as I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her back plastered against my front. From this position I could watch her tits bounce when I slammed inside of her.
Unbelievable!
My dick grew harder and she gave me an answering squeeze. I gasped and broke from the kiss, my eyes burned into hers with promise.
Holding on to my release, it burned through my body, but I wanted to come when Jenna did. Not before. She had an amazing body and I couldn’t get enough, didn’t know what to concentrate on. My hands roamed and cupped her tits, enjoying the feel of her tight nipples rolling between my thumbs and fingers.
Using my body, I tipped her forward over the sofa and, giving her nipples one last twist, I stood behind her, my hands going to her rounded hips. The thoughts running through my mind were dirty as fuck as I slowly pulled out and watched myself sink deep into her warmth. I repeated this, and hovered with my tip just inside, her arousal coating my cock. I squeezed her ass and felt her pussy tremble. Her breath whooshed out in a loud groan.
“I’m seconds from coming,” I moaned, thrusting hard. “You’re so hot, Jenna.” My dick rubbed and pressed against the good places.
“Yes,” she pleaded. “Me too.”
Shuddering in pleasure, my release washed through me. I didn’t just feel my release in my dick, I felt it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Jenna rippled and sucked on my cock so hard that I was surprised it didn’t snap in two. It felt so good coming with her. I ground against her backside, allowing my release to pulsate deeply.
Not sure how long the pleasure lasted, I took her with me as I slid to the floor. I tugged the covering from the sofa with me and wrapped it around us. “I will get you to the bed, but I don’t have the energy to go anywhere right now.”
She turned in my arms and snuggled against my chest. My heart turned over with deep feelings for this girl. Not only did she make my pulse flutter, my cock hard, but I was beginning to realize she had my heart too, and probably had since she told me ‘to go fuck myself’.
8
Jenna
Dylan looked really hot as he slept beside me. During the night, the covers had been pushed down past his firm ass. I would miss this when we went back to Boston. We’d get back to school, and he’d be with his friends, while I was with the few I’d made. Ireland would be a distant memory for him. Or was I badly misjudging him? We needed to talk, but I didn’t want to stop being with him. I didn’t want him to think I was pushing for more than he was willing to give me.
The soft vibration of a message co
ming through on my phone pulled my eyes from Dylan as I reached for it. I wish I hadn’t. A message from my uncle Isaac saying the roads were opened and he was on his way for us. My heart sank with disappointment. Imagining my time with Dylan being over once back in Boston, it was heart wrenching that our time together here was suddenly coming to an end.