One he could do something about.He dropped a light peck on her cheek, just to torment her, and see what she’d do.Maybe he’d read her wrong.But he didn’t think so.
Her hand dipped lower, toward the inside of his thigh, where his gonads leaped with joyous anticipation, and his thought train derailed.They’d had enough fooling around.Things were about to get serious.
Before his ’nads got too excited, however, he needed to use the brain in his head to set their brain’s expectations.Touching was fine, hands and mouths all-inclusive.Genitals were fair game.
But genitalia to genitalia was off-limits.No matter how many protests his boys launched on the matter.He didn’t have condoms on him, and it was highly unlikely that Malika used birth control, so there was no point in asking.
There were things he could do to satisfy her, however.
He maneuvered her so that she straddled his thighs, her knees hugging his hips, with his fingers in her hair and cupping the back of her head, and he kissed her again.
She’d figured out what to do with her hands.She rested them on his shoulders.But they didn’t remain there.She eased one palm inside his shirt, where her fingertips toyed with his nipple.Southern parts of him jolted to life, demanding immediate attention.He guided her hand to the hard, aching bulge.
He’d expected a woman as sheltered as she was to be somewhat more confused when things got this heated, but she needed no further guidance from him.She massaged the bulge for a few intense, mind-numbing moments, her fingers exploring, then she fumbled with the buttons on the fly of his jeans.A few seconds later, he was free of his shorts.
He’d never been a big fan of French kissing, but in this instance, his tongue disagreed.It made little darting motions between her lips, that in turn had her tightening her hand just enough to border on pain.She glided her hand up and down until he saw stars.
“Would you like to watch me undress?”she suggested, and his ’nads wept with joy.As far as they were concerned, the evening’s direction was set, and he no longer had it in him to argue.No man turned down an invitation like that.
“Yes, I believe I would.”
He’d follow up by exploring every inch of her body with his hands and his mouth.
She lifted her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, then dropped it to the ground.She did the same with the T-shirt she wore.Next, she unfastened her bra, taking her time, fondling her breasts for him while he watched.
She had beautiful breasts—round and firm.He’d been dreaming about them since the night he first saw them.He raised his head, hefted the weight of one breast with his palm, and drew the pert, perfect tip into his mouth.
“That feels so wonderful.”She sighed, proving it was better to give than to receive, because he almost exploded, right then and there, thanks to the heated purr in her voice.
He stroked his hands up the narrow length of her back, then down to her hips.He leaned back and admired how beautiful she looked in the fading light.He’d made a mess of her hair and they’d barely begun.
She unfastened his shirt.He shucked it off, then eased out of his jeans and shorts.He’d lost his boots at some point, probably when they were kissing.
They’d flattened a small section of wheat, forming a soft mat to lie on.He tipped her onto her back and divested her of her shoes, then her panties and jeans, easing them slowly off her hips.He trailed his fingers the length of her long, slender legs.
They were both naked, now.Stars salted the cobalt-blue sky.She smiled as he admired her.That smile cost the brain in his head its place in the chain of command.
“Should I touch myself for you?”she asked, not the least bit hesitant about it, and while his original goal had involved him touching her, no way was he turning that offer down, either.
“Go ahead.Show me how you like to be touched,” he said.
She glided her hands from her breasts to her flat belly, arching her back as he sat on his heels, a smile on her lips and in her eyes.His throat went as dry as the Arabian Peninsula’s Empty Quarter.One of her hands slid over the mound of dark hair at the base of her belly.
“Like this,” she commanded, without opening her eyes.Her hips rose.A small sigh crossed her lips.“Touch me like this.”
Jayce intended to touch her.And he had more than his fingers at his disposal.
She clutched his head in her hands, her hips pumping wildly, and she cried out as she stiffened, then shuddered.
“Oh, my,” she said, once the shudders had passed.
She opened eyes reflecting a satisfied, baffled wonder in the murky light.He admitted to a decent amount of satisfaction himself, even though his gonads were tight with regret.He’d managed to hang onto his self-control while giving her what appeared to be her first orgasm, judging by her reaction.
Then she went and spoiled his satisfaction.
“Now I get to do the same thing to you,” she said, as if the matter were settled.“Show me.”
This wasn’t a problem.It would make his boys happy.And she seemed to know what she wanted, so there was no need to argue.Besides, if he didn’t get some sort of satisfaction soon, it was going to be a long, painful night.
