That Hot Night

Her words echoed in my mind. So. Many. Things. I wasn’t sure if it was a promise or a threat, and I didn’t really give a damn, not when she threw herself in my arms and not when she fused her soft lips to mine, holding me close as she explored the depths of my mouth. Instantly I was back there, to that first night. Janey’s first night ever. She devoured me, her tongue exploring and tasting, trying to figure out what I liked.

What I wanted.

It all worked for me. The way her tongue rubbed against mine was as erotic as a porn star, more so because she was on a mission, seeking nothing but pleasure. And because it let me know she wanted me as much as I’ve been craving her these past few weeks.

“Janey,” I moaned when her teeth sank into the flesh of my earlobe. But she didn’t respond, her mind and her mouth were focused on me. Specifically on my pleasure, as she made her way down my neck, to my shoulder.

“You smell good,” she whispered in my ear, her voice husky and thick with desire. “Like man and fire with a hint of lemon.” The words came out on a growl as her fingers tightened around locks of my hair and she ground against me. “So, so good.”

I closed my eyes and let the sounds of Janey’s moans wash over me. The way she enjoyed my body, exploring it and tasting it, was almost sweet torture. Right there in the hallway that connected her front door to the living room, she kissed her way down my chest, flicking a tongue over each of my nipples that sent shivers down my spine and tightened my grip on her.

She purred, actually fucking purred as her hands gripped the waistband of my pants and I about let her continue on her path, straight for the part of me that was most anxious to get reacquainted with her. But I couldn’t. Last time I’d rocked her world, because that’s what I did when it came to fun in the bedroom. I made sure no one left with morning after regrets, just a smile and a few memories. But Janey was new to sex and this time I wanted it to be more. For her. “Rafe,” she moaned as her tongue swept across the spot just below my waistband.

“Not yet, Janey.”

She looked up at me with an adorable pout, her lips pink and swollen, her cheeks flushed and her breathing shallow.

“Later.” I clarified and lifted her in my arms and then over my shoulder. “Bedroom?”

“Upstairs, straight ahead.” She gave my ass a squeeze and then another.

“Having fun back there?”

“Ask me again in a few minutes,” she said as her hands wrapped around me and her fingertips grazed my abs. And lower. “Oh yeah. Lots of fun.”

I climbed the steps as Janey’s hands roamed my body, teasing me all over, moving like a man on a mission until I found her bedroom. It was a surprising mixture of feminine and functional, with shades of yellow and blue that made her bedroom warm and welcoming. It wasn’t a room intended for seduction, but it was seductive all the same.

She squealed when I flipped her over my shoulder and onto the bed, laughing as she tugged me down with her. “Come here, Chief.”

“I’m right here.”

“You are,” she moaned and rubbed up against me. “But not close enough. Come closer Rafe.”

Her words were like a siren song and I rested my weight on her soft body, letting her legs cradle me against her center. “Is this close enough?”

“It’s getting there,” she moaned and I knew she was close. Probably even closer than she knew, and the fresh shower scent that wafted from her skin, coconut and flowers, only made my mouth water for her. My lips grazed her neck, stopping to nibble at her collarbone. “Oh yeah, that’s better.” The space between her tits. Her nipples. Her belly button. Behind her knees. “Mmm, yeah.”

I wanted to make this encounter more memorable than our last. Janey hadn’t given me a chance, last time, to be gentle. To guide her. To pleasure her completely. This time, I would. “Nice PJs,” I told her as I peeled the shorts off her legs, smiling when she blushed.

“I wasn’t expecting company.”

“I’m not complaining.” She wore cute little cotton shorts that barely covered her ass and a tiny t-shirt that showed off a pale strip of skin that my tongue ached to touch, to make her shiver. “You’re more beautiful than I remember.”

She rolled her eyes, but the satisfied blush that stole over her skin told the truth, she was pleased. “You don’t have to say that, Rafe.”

“I know I don’t.” I wasn’t in the habit of saying things I didn’t mean. Tell the truth and keep your life simple, that was my motto. Most days, anyway. Looking down at her, completely naked and exposed to my gaze as shallow breaths escaped her, she was gorgeous. “You’re so beautiful Janey.”