Part 17 (1/2)
And when he smoothed his hand over her belly and started moving south, he heard the hitch in her breath and smiled.
Yeah, that's exactly where he was going. Right to the b.u.t.ton of her jeans. He undid the b.u.t.ton, drew the zipper down, and slid his hand into her pants.
”Ty.”
He wasn't sure if his name was a statement, a whisper, or a plea. All he knew was her skin felt like fire under her flimsy silk panties. He dipped his fingers below her s.e.x and touched the dangling piercing. Her body hummed, and her sweet scent filled the air around them. He slipped his fingers lower and she was damp.
”Let's get these off.”
She tugged at the hips of her jeans and s.h.i.+mmied out of them, kicking them to the end of the couch.
Her panties had white and pink stripes and were see-through, the edges barely sc.r.a.ping her hip bones. She reached for them but he stopped her.
”Leave these on. They're s.e.xy. Let me touch you.”
He palmed the panties, felt her heat and wetness through them. And when he swiped his fingers over her s.e.x, she arched against him. He spread the panties aside, sweeping his fingers over her p.u.s.s.y lips. She was like velvet here, smooth and silky. He wanted to lick her, to feel her sweet cream spill over his tongue until she came.
He sat her up and laid her back against the sofa, then dropped to his knees, drawing her legs to the edge. He scooped her b.u.t.t in his hands and tilted her toward his mouth, then met her gaze as he licked the length of her.
”Oh,” was all she said as he flicked his tongue along the piercing at her c.l.i.t, then took it in his mouth and sucked her, letting the bud rest against his tongue. Her flavor made his d.i.c.k pound. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted her to come in his mouth.
He lashed his tongue across her lips, then slid it inside her. She lifted against him, sliding her p.u.s.s.y against his face.
Her response drove him crazy. It would be so easy to take his c.o.c.k out and pound it inside her right now until they both came. But this was a sweet pleasure for her, and her pleasure was more important. His would come later.
Everything about her turned him on, from the way she lifted her b.u.t.t to the way her muscles tightened when she was near o.r.g.a.s.m. He flattened his tongue against her c.l.i.t and wriggled it around the piercing. She cried out with a low moan, climaxing with shudders and whispered moans that nearly shattered his control.
He kissed her thighs and her belly, moving up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, watching them rise and fall with her heavy breathing.
She lifted her head and smiled down at him, then reached for him to plant a kiss on his mouth, licking his lips and taking a taste of herself.
”Mmm,” she said, then grabbed his s.h.i.+rt and lifted it off him, tossing it aside. She planted her hands on his shoulders, letting her hands slide down his arms.
He liked the way she touched him, liked the way her gaze roamed over his body with a pure feminine appreciation that made him d.a.m.n glad to be a man.
”Now I want you on the sofa,” she said.
He was happy to comply.
”But first, get those pants off.”
He grinned, kicked his boots and socks off, then watched as she slid to her knees on the floor.
Oh, yeah. He saw where she was going with this, and his b.a.l.l.s tightened. The thought of her mouth on him made his d.i.c.k quiver in antic.i.p.ation. He wanted this, had thought about it over and over again in his fantasies about Jenna. And he had a lot of fantasies about her when he wasn't with her. Even when he was with her.
So he thought about her a lot. Didn't mean anything. Just meant she was hot and he hadn't had his fill of her yet.
It might take awhile for him to get enough of Jenna.
She rose up against him, dragging her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest. The tease of her nipples made his c.o.c.k ache for her. He widened his legs, but she drew back.
”Not yet. I have plans for you.” She brushed her thumb against his bottom lip, then swiped his lip with her tongue before diving in to take a hard, hot taste of him.
He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, skimming the soft skin of her back before snaking down to grab a handful of the sweet globes of her a.s.s. He pulled her against his c.o.c.k, needing to feel that connection. His d.i.c.k throbbed. He'd tasted her, waited for her, and wanted to be inside her-now.
But Jenna had other plans, because she pulled away, planting kisses on his neck as she wound her way down to his chest, using her hands and mouth to drive him crazy. She razed his nipples with the tips of her fingers, dragging her tongue over one, then the other. He sucked in a breath as a lightning bolt of sensation shot to his c.o.c.k. It jutted up between them and he rubbed it against her belly.
She laughed, lifted her head to grin at him. ”I'm getting there. Be patient.”
He didn't feel patient right now. He was hungry for her.
She had a body he couldn't get enough of, and the way she touched him drove him crazy. She was torturing him with her fingernails, raking them down his body, her mouth following her touch. She licked him, dragged her teeth over his skin until he lifted his hips off the sofa. He wasn't sure if he wanted more or if he couldn't stand it. All he knew was it felt so d.a.m.n good and he wanted her hands and her mouth near his c.o.c.k.
And when she laid her hands over his thighs and lifted her head to meet his gaze, he was ready to beg.
But he didn't have to, because she gripped his c.o.c.k at the base and stroked it, winding both hands over the shaft. He laid his head back and watched as she rolled her thumb over the crest.
His b.a.l.l.s tightened and his c.o.c.k jerked as she squeezed his c.o.c.k in a vise grip.
G.o.d, he could shoot his load right now just watching her hands on him.
And when she bent and put her lips over the head, he gritted his teeth, because her mouth was hot and wet and it was sweet h.e.l.l from a beautiful woman.
She rolled her tongue over his c.o.c.k head, then down along the underside of his shaft, teasing his b.a.l.l.s with the tip of her tongue before flattening it and wors.h.i.+ping his ball sac.
”Christ, Jenna. That feels good.”
She took his b.a.l.l.s in her mouth and rolled her tongue over them, then licked back up to his c.o.c.k again, flicking her tongue over every part of it before engulfing it with her mouth.
She went down on him like a G.o.ddess, like every man's dream. He leaned forward and tangled his fingers in her hair, helping her set a rhythm. He couldn't help but push her down on his c.o.c.k so she'd take all of him, wondering if she'd balk.
She made sounds of approval, wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft to squeeze and stroke him. His b.a.l.l.s quivered. He couldn't take much more of this. He gritted his teeth, his body stretched tight with the need to release.
”Oh, yeah, I'm going to come.” He wanted to give her time to back up and let go of him, but she pressed her lips firmly around his c.o.c.k.
He broke into a sweat as his o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through his body, making him shudder and rock so hard his legs shook. Watching Jenna take it all, her throat working as she swallowed, heightened the intensity of his o.r.g.a.s.m. When it was over, Jenna released him, pressing a kiss to his c.o.c.k. She licked her lips and climbed up his body to kiss him. He cupped the back of her neck and slipped his tongue in her mouth, shaken by the intimacy she'd shown him.
She laid her head on his chest and caressed him, letting him recover.
”You taste good,” she said.
He grinned. ”So do you. And thanks. I enjoyed that.”
”So did I. I've wanted to do that for a while, but you're always doing things for me.”
He rubbed her back, loving the way she arched against his hand, like she wanted more. ”I like kissing you and touching you. I like knowing you get off on what I do for you.”