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“Holy shit,” I whisper to myself.
I felt something between my legs that I believed was a long-lost memory. A tingling, a warmth, a pulsating aching need to be touched, to feel for only feeling’s sake.
I lay on my back while the fire blazed, flames licking against the glass, as I slid one hand down my body. I start at my lips, tracing their plump fullness as jazz music sings to me. I continue down my neck, slow and sensual, imagining in my mind that Verrin is touching me instead. I am tender as I get to my breasts. Such large, full, and lovely breasts. Massaging them both briefly and eliciting a sultry moan. Even to my own ears, it is sexy, and I feel powerful.
I pull up my sweater, slowly unbutton my slacks, and then move down the zipper. Already, my core throbs, pleading for me to move my fingers between those delicate petals and give in, let go. I am touch-starved and pleasure-starved, and I am finally diving deep into carnality without regret or care.
I run the tips of my fingers over my belly and make my way down over my pubic bone. I tease myself at my hips, arching my back instinctively, moving them finally over the mound that houses my exquisite garden. I slip my fingers in between my folds and press down, throwing my head back into the carpet with blinding ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, Verrin!”
I moan his name as I rock my marvelously wet pussy against my fingers, charged from all of that built-up arousal. My eyes are pinned closed as I grind harder against my clit, then I hear something low but noticeable in the din of the quiet night.
“Oh, Jenna.”
I flash my eyes open and see Verrin standing over my head. My body nearly goes into convulsions when I see that his cock is hard as stone over me, and he is stroking it as he watches me touch myself.
ELEVEN
JENNA
The sight of Verrin’s erect cock hanging over me is initially startling, frankly. It has been a long time since I’d even seen a dick, so I was taken aback, spinning around on the rug to face him with a look of absolute shock.
“Verrin,” I say, leaning back on the rug, my heart ready to pop out of my chest. “What are you doing.”
That divine, shell-shocking smile grows on his face, and he stops stroking that magnificent cock. My entire body feels like it is pulsing, every atom vibrating with a deep and profound need.
“I am going to ask you that question again,” Verrin said, voice low and sultry. “And I want you to be even more honest with me, okay?”
I know what he is going to ask, but my mind is riveted by the possibilities of what his naked form can do to me, for me. I remain frozen, somewhat shocked, yearning but restraining myself from cutting loose the restraints I’ve had for years.
What can be unleashed is insurmountable in its appeal.
“What are you talking about?” After so many years of keeping these walls up, I continue to pull back, my natural response.
Verrin proceeds to crouch, emitting a low growl that runs up from the bottom of my feet and settles in my loins. I gasp as he crawls toward me, his cock ever-present and hard, bouncing up and down as his big strong body makes its way over the top of me.
My pussy is wet and eager, concealed in my slacks as he runs the tip of his nose all the way from the middle of my torso to the tip of my breasts. He isn’t touching me but continuing to growl a low rumble, making my skin break out in magical chills.
His face is barely an inch from mine when our eyes lock. He smirks as my chest rises and falls, the tip of his cock brushing the inside of my thigh.
“I will only ask you this one more time, sweet Jenna,” he whispered. “And you have to be honest. When was the last time you let yourself feel pleasure for pleasure's sake?”
His eyes are still black, but that blood-red spark has returned. He stares into me as I curl my fingers into the rug below. My mouth is dry, but my pussy is swimming in desire. I open my mouth and answer him, feeling the most vulnerable I have let myself be in ages. I still wonder if he is using a spell on me, but at this point, I don’t care, and neither does my needy body.
“It was before my father died,” the words fall like stones into a well. “We'd had a particularly long and difficult week, and I needed some relaxation. So I touched myself to get to sleep.”
He bit his bottom lip, which nearly sent me into a frenzy.
“And?”
My jaw tensed, the words clawing to get out, be free, and be seen.
“It was … spectacular. The release.”
Verrin tilted his head, something lustful and adoring passing through his eyes.
“Let me help you, Jenna,” he whispered. “Let me help you release all that tension.”
