Part 31 (1/2)
She flicked her tongue over the tip of his c.o.c.k, then swallowed him whole and took him all the way to the back of her throat. He groaned, watching his c.o.c.k disappear in her mouth while at the same time feeling the suction, the wet heat as her mouth surrounded him.
She cradled his b.a.l.l.s in her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze as she trapped his c.o.c.k between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, then let go, rolling her tongue over him and popping his c.o.c.k out of her mouth to lick the head like a lollipop.
Watching his c.o.c.k head wet from her mouth made his b.a.l.l.s tighten up hard as knots. And when she took him deep again and squeezed him with a swallow, he knew he wasn't going to last.
”Jenna, I'm going to come in your mouth.”
She grabbed the base of his c.o.c.k and began to pump while bobbing up and down on his c.o.c.k and flicking her tongue over him. He felt his o.r.g.a.s.m approach like a runaway freight train and dug in his heels, shoving his c.o.c.k deep into her mouth.
And when it hit, it felt like the top of his head came off.
”Oh, yeah.” He exploded, filling her mouth with the spill of hot come, his entire body shaking with the effort as he poured out everything he had. She sucked him hard and squeezed his b.a.l.l.s until he was empty.
He was wasted. So wasted, he could barely draw in a breath. He couldn't do a d.a.m.n thing for a few minutes but lay there, his head resting against the back of the sofa, feeling Jenna's pounding heart against his thigh. When he could finally raise his head, he smoothed his hand over her hair. She seemed content to lie there, waiting for him, but he knew there was more she needed-more he needed.
He finally pulled her up onto his lap and buried his fingers in the softness of her hair. He put his lips on hers, taking the kiss he'd wanted to take when she'd denied him. She kissed him back with a soft moan and he slid his tongue in her mouth, licking along her velvety softness. He lifted her dress and filled his hands with her sweet a.s.s, running his fingers over the silkiness of her skin, rocking her against his fast-hardening c.o.c.k.
”Touch me,” she said, arching her back.
He filled his hands with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, wanting her naked so he could lick and suck her nipples, but loving the s.e.xiness of her wearing this dress. He wanted to be inside her while she wore this dress. The silk draped over his legs, teasing him with what he couldn't see. He teased her nipples through the silk, then covered one breast with his mouth, sucking the nipple through the material.
She gasped and grabbed his head, holding him there while he used his teeth to pleasure her.
”I love when you touch me like that,” she whispered, and he grasped the other nipple between his fingers and squeezed.
She clamped down on him with her thighs, telling him how good it was.
He bent her backward in order to reach his pants and found the condom in his pocket.
”Let me,” she said, undoing the wrapper.
She applied the condom, her hands warm and gentle as she slid it down inch by torturous inch until he was fully sheathed.
But first he wanted to make her come, wanted her shattered and shaking before he slid his c.o.c.k inside her.
He lifted her dress and put his hand to her s.e.x. She was wet, her sweet aroma intoxicating him more than any alcohol ever could. He swept his hand over her, teasing the nub with his fingertip until she tilted her head back and arched her p.u.s.s.y against his hand.
He dipped a finger inside her, felt her quivering and tightening around him. He rubbed his thumb over her c.l.i.t and she whimpered.
He loved seeing her body respond to his touch, watching her face tighten as she fought for her o.r.g.a.s.m. He moved his finger inside her and rolled his thumb over the piercing.
”I'm going to come, Tyler.”
He quickened his finger movement and used the heel of his hand on her c.l.i.t.
She came apart, dropping her head onto his shoulder as she rode the waves of her o.r.g.a.s.m. He held his finger inside her while until the quakes lessened, then pulled her onto his lap and onto his c.o.c.k.
He could still feel the contractions of her body as he filled her.
”Mmm,” she said as she settled over him. ”That's so good.”
Her dress draped around them and he couldn't see, could only feel their bodies joined. He closed his eyes and let Jenna adjust to him inside her, let her recover from her o.r.g.a.s.m.
When she began to rock back and forth, he opened his eyes, fisted her dress in one hand, and held on to her hips with the other, lifting her on and off his c.o.c.k.
He felt thick and swollen inside her, felt the tight squeeze of her body as he pumped into her.
Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she looked down at him. She held on to his shoulders, her nails digging into him when she lifted. She'd started easy, but now the intensity built and her movements quickened.
Their slick bodies slid together in unison. He knew her body like he knew his own, felt when she began to tighten and convulse around him. He grabbed her a.s.s, dragged her back and forth, and she splintered, her eyes widening as her p.u.s.s.y squeezed him like a vise, milking the come from him.
Her gaze met his and held as they both climaxed. He watched the storm ride out in her eyes and gave her back the same, her name spilling from his lips in a wild groan as he thrust deeply inside her and shuddered through an intense o.r.g.a.s.m that left him shaking.
She fell against him, the two of them stuck together while he rubbed her back and her hair.
”I need a shower,” she finally said.
Jenna leaned against the shower wall, certain she was too tired to do anything but rinse off and fall into bed. But Tyler put his mouth on her nipples and her s.e.x fired to life again, throbbing in demanding need as if she hadn't already had two amazing o.r.g.a.s.ms.
He slipped his hand between her legs, petting her while he sucked her nipples. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and held on as sharp pleasure traveled from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to between her legs. She was nothing but mindless sensation, hot water raining down on her while overwhelming pulses sizzled at her core.
And when Ty dropped to his knees and lapped at her p.u.s.s.y, she drowned in the sheer erotic haze of being wors.h.i.+pped by his tongue and lips. She looked down to watch him licking her p.u.s.s.y, shuddering when his tongue disappeared inside her. Her legs shook as the pressure built inside her. And when he put his mouth over her and sucked, she burst.
”Ty,” she cried, bucking against his face as the force of her o.r.g.a.s.m slammed her back against the wall. He held on to her hips while she rode it out, water pouring over her hair and sluicing down her body.
He rose and took her mouth, then entered her. She gasped, met his gaze.
”s.h.i.+t. Let me get a condom.”
She held him firm. ”Stay.”
”I'm safe. I have blood tests all the time. Team physicals. I never-”
She put her fingers on his lips. ”I'm on the pill. We're fine.”
”Jenna.”
”Make love to me, Tyler.”
He thrust into her and kissed her, swallowing her cries of pleasure with his mouth and his tongue. He swelled so thick inside her, his body grinding against hers and taking her so close to o.r.g.a.s.m again she was shocked. But she wanted to feel him like this, so naked, so intimate, for just a few moments longer.
He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his hip, held her there while he pushed inside her with painfully sweet, slow thrusts that made her melt from the inside out. He swept her hair away from her face, his gaze so intense, so full of unspoken expression it took her breath away.
His jaw tightened and he powered up inside her harder this time.
When he kissed her, she came apart and felt the heat and power of him as his climax hit. She held on to him as he plunged inside her one last time, then shuddered against her, his mouth buried against her neck.