If I were a man, I’d stop this exchange in an instant. It’s a pity I lost my morals somewhere between her scent tickling my senses and her taste igniting the fire in my gut. There’s only one way our exchange will end: by Jenni stopping it.
I really fucking hope that doesn’t happen.
Needing to get in on the action, I adjust the spread of my knees before leaning Jenni back to fondle with her pussy from behind. She’s so goddamn wet, my fingers slip in without any resistance as my thumb braces the puckered hole in her rear. While she sucks me like she’s seconds from extricating my brain from my knob, I finger fuck her as if my fingers are my cock. It’s a fast pace, but we’re certainty not fucking.
Our connection is unreal though. I’ve never been with a woman where we instantly mesh like this. Usually, it’s pretty fucking awkward moving from third base to the home plate. I’m not feeling that tonight. Sleeping with Jenni feels natural, like we’ve been fooling around for months. I guess in a way we have been. We just kept our hands to ourselves during the foreplay hot enough to be felt states over. Jenni often popped into my head while pleasing myself in the shower. I can’t recall one dream that hasn’t featured her in some way the past four months. They were deliciously wicked, but real life is ten times better.
When her pussy shows signs of another orgasm, I withdraw my fingers from her slick canal. I want my cock inside her when she comes so I can feel her squeezes. A squeak pops from Jenni’s lips when I inch back to grab a condom out of my bedside drawer. She’s disappointed, but it doesn’t linger for long. Nothing but excitement features on her face when I tear open the package before rolling it down my cock.
After licking her wetness from my fingers, I cup her thighs then raise my eyes to hers. “Wrap them around me. I want to take you deep.”
I bite out a healthy number of obscenities when the curl of her legs coincides with the wetness of her pussy bracing against my cock. Even wearing a raincoat, nothing can take away from the heat pumping out of her.
“You sure?”
She nods, almost making me come undone from the eagerness in her eyes. I press on the brakes, giving myself a few minutes to calm down before slamming home.
Christ.
Fucking.
Heaven.
Did I just die?
Chapter Fifteen
Nick
Over the next two hours, I sample every delicious inch of Jenni. My deliberate and purposeful dedication to her body gives away even more of her quirks. Like how she squirms when I kiss her behind her kneecap, that her skin is as soft as it looks, and when she moans, it vibrates from deep within her chest.
I could happily spend several more hours exploring her, but her hazy eyes expose her exhaustion. She’s moments from collapsing.
After placing a trail of kisses on her sweat-slicked collarbone, up her flushed neck, then on her kiss-swollen lips, I crank my elbow to glance down at her satisfied face.
“Wow.” Her eyes remain locked on my ceiling as her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “That was. . . I don’t have any words. It was just—”
“Perfect?” I fill in.
Nodding, her sparkling eyes drift to mine. The heated flush extending from her nape to her knees deepens when her eyes rake my naked torso. She takes in the beads of sweat dotted across my hairless pecs before dropping them a few more inches. When they stop on my naked package, her mouth forms a perfect O.
“Unless you want me inside of you again, I suggest you stop looking at my cock.”
I meant my comment in jest, but it doesn’t stop her eyes from rocketing back to mine. Her pupils widen as her breathing turns labored.
Maybe she isn’t as exhausted as I thought?
After bouncing her eyes between mine for several electrifying seconds, she snaps them back to my once again erect dick. “I thought you didn’t sleep with the same girl twice.” She slaps her hand over her mouth, mortified. “I was supposed to say that in my head.”
When she buries her flaming face into my chest, all playfulness stops, and a new friskiness fills the air. Her needy breaths fan my overheated skin as the smell of her arousal intensifies. She smells fucking delicious.
When her longing eyes drift to my face, any reservations I had about sleeping with the same girl twice vanish. I’ve already broken one rule tonight by bringing her here, so what’s another?
* * *
By the time we finish round two, I’m literally fucked. I’ve never worked so goddamn hard in my life. Beyond exhausted, I snag the comforter from the bottom of my bed, lift it to cover both Jenni and me, then roll onto my hip so I can spoon her.
My heart bangs my ribs when I take in how perfectly our bodies align. Her curvy ass is nestling my dick; her back is heating my chest, and the little curve in her nape is the perfect resting place for my lips. It's as if she were made for me.
