Strip Tease (Protect and Defend 1.50)

Janelle turned to the side and reached for the drawer, tugging it open and feeling around until she came across a little foil pack. Closing the drawer, she handed him the condom, then went for the waistband of his boxer briefs, yanking them down as low as she could. He helped her, shimmying his hips, kicking them off with a frustrated growl and she laughed, she couldn’t help it.

It felt good to laugh. With him.

“You’re laughing at me?” He smiled, tearing the condom open with his teeth and moving away from her so he could sheath himself.

“Your frustration is cute.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t think it was cute if you were me.”

“I’m here to satisfy,” she said with a purr, wrapping her fingers around his thickness, stroking up and then down with a smooth, fluid motion. She brushed the head of his cock with her thumb, smearing the creamy liquid that pearled at the tip.

A strangled moan escaped him before he murmured, “That’s what I’m counting on.”

Nate grabbed her about the waist and rolled onto his back, allowing her to settle on top of him. Her hair fell down around her and she bent toward him so it hung over his face like a curtain. “Letting me be on top, hmm?”

“You thought I’d be the type who likes to take control. Well, right now I’m letting you call all the shots.”

“Past experience always taught me this was the lazy man’s way out.”

His eyes darkened and that sensuous, delicious mouth tightened. Even a little angry, he was sexy. “My past experience taught me that most women prefer to be on top. It allows them to control their own pleasure.”

A wave of fierce possessiveness consumed her. She absolutely hated the thought of him being with someone else. Having sex another woman, allowing her to be on top...

Shaking her head, she forced herself to stop. “How thoughtful of you.”

“That’s me. A regular, thoughtful guy.” He thrust against her, his cock nudging her damp curls and she gasped in anticipation.

He was huge. Long and thick, she knew he would be amazing. Sitting up, she grasped his cock and guided him toward her, settling over him with one smooth stroke.

Thrusting his hips, he filled her to the hilt with his cock. He throbbed inside her, so big, so hot. She sat upon him, paralyzed, amazed at how good he felt, how so utterly right it was.

“Ah God, Janelle, you’re so tight.” His face was a mask of raw desire, a faint sheen of sweat covered his forehead and she bent over him, brushed her lips against his in a gentle kiss. His mouth clung to hers, his hands smoothing over her and she’d never felt so cherished.

Slowly she began to move, riding him, controlling her movements, not letting him go too deep or too fast. Big hands cupped her breasts, sure fingers twisting and pinching her nipples and she gasped, her belly flooding with heat. Already another orgasm was about to take over and send her straight toward bliss and back.

His pace increased, his hips lifting, sending his cock deeper inside her and she relished it. Faster and faster they moved, their sweaty bodies clinging, their heated breaths mingling, the unmistakable scent of arousal filling the air.

“I’m so—close,” she whimpered, resting her palms on his broad chest, her movements quickening with their every stroke.

“Let go, baby,” he breathed, his big hands crushing around her waist, guiding her, lifting her up and down upon his glistening cock.

Tilting her head back, Janelle lost herself, the orgasm washing over her with so much force she almost forgot how to breathe. Her limbs frozen, she experienced each tremor with acute clarity, her belly and sex clenching fiercely over and over again.

“Ah Christ.” His muttered expletive caught her by surprise and then he groaned her name, his body arching beneath hers as he came. She opened her eyes, watched in mute fascination as his climax overtook him. Loving the masculine beauty of his face wrenched with agonized pleasure, his body gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat.

She’d never witnessed anything like it before. She wanted to see it again.

Only with him.

* * * *

If Nate came like that again, surely he’d black out. Even in their rush to explore and sample each other, it had been nothing like he’d ever experienced before.

Hell, he couldn’t deny he’d had good sex in his life. He’d had some pretty great sex.

But nothing like what had happened between him and Janelle.

She rolled off him and snuggled her lush body close to his side