Heat simmers in my skin. I feel my muscles start to coil.
“Jenna.” I push her away.
She lets my cock go and wipes her lips and chin with the back of her hand. I pull her up to her feet and hoist her onto the edge of the table. I yank off her pants and her underwear. Then I seal her lips with mine, reach between her legs and slip a finger inside her.
I know I said I’d let Jenna do as she wished, but I’m at my limit. Besides, I think she wants this, too.
The nails that dig into my skin and the moans I hear confirm my thoughts. I slide my finger as deep as it can go inside Jenna’s melting core, then put in another. I rub my tongue against hers as I coat my digits in her heat. My cock throbs impatiently at the sensation.
She’s getting hotter, wetter. As soon as I think she’s ready, I pull my fingers away. I break the kiss as well so I can focus on my task. I grip her thighs and enter her slowly.
Jenna wraps her hands around the back of my neck. She gives me a squeeze and I let out a groan.
Fuck. Doesn’t she know she’s tight enough already?
I keep pushing into that snug, quivering sheath until I’m all the way in. Then I pause to catch my breath. I draw one deep into my lungs before jerking my hips.
Jenna moans. She rests her chin on my shoulder and runs her hands through my hair as she trembles against me. Then she brings her mouth close to my ear.
“Faster,” she whispers.
Something in me snaps. I grunt as I jerk my hips even faster. Jenna lets go of me and falls on top of the table. Her hands grip the edges as she lets out soft cries.
I feel strength flow in my muscles as I pound into her. With each thrust, my heart hammers in my chest. I’m close.
Jenna goes over the edge first. Her back arches and she throws her head to the side. Her eyes squeeze shut. I manage a few more thrusts into that impossibly tight passage. One. Two. After the third, I bury myself deep inside her and gather every breath and every ounce of strength in my body to unleash the heat in my balls.
Afterwards, I go still, gasping for air. Jenna lies still beneath me as well. Her eyes stare blankly at the ceiling.
I plant a kiss on her forehead before pulling out. Jenna rolls off the table and into a chair. I pull out the next one and sit on it after pulling my pants and boxers back up.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
She looks at me and nods.
I zip my pants. “Still jealous?”
“I never said I was.”
Not directly, but she definitely was.
“Oh, so you’re saying everything I just did to convince you that you’re the only woman for me was a waste of time?”
She shrugs. “Well, I wouldn’t say it was a waste of time.”
Of course not. I give her a quick kiss, then keep her chin in my grasp as I hold her gaze.
“Regardless of what happened earlier, I’m glad you came to see me.” I stroke her cheek. “I still feel bad that our trip was cut short. I wanted to spend more time with you.”
“Well, I’m here now.”
“And I wish you could always be here. God knows I have enough empty rooms.”
“Yes, you do,” Jenna agrees.
“Plus I no longer have an annoying landlord to give me the death glare each time I bring a woman home.”
Jenna chuckles.
I take her hand. “I’m serious, though. You don’t think you could ask NASA to let you work from home? I could get all the equipment you need and set up a lab…”
“Dax.” She squeezes my hand. “I…”
She stops and looks away. I place my hand on her arm.
“What is it?”
Jenna looks into my eyes. Then she lets out a deep breath as she looks away again. “Nothing. I just think we should take things more slowly.”
I nod. “Of course.”
I completely understand. We just got back together, after all, even though for me, it feels like we’ve never been apart. I thought Jenna would feel the same way, but I suppose I have to give her some time. I know I’m being impatient because I want to make up for lost time, and the fact is that Jenna and I have to be on the same footing before we can move forward. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that from now on, we have to do things together. No leaving the other behind.
“No rush,” I tell her. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
We’re just starting over, after all.
I stand up. “Why don’t you get dressed and we can talk some more in my favorite part of the house? I don’t know if you’ve seen it yet. It’s – ”