He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. “I’m trying to go slow with you, Lennon,” he says softly.
“I know,” I answer, feeling guilty that he’s working so hard because I’m a scaredy cat.
His arms around my waist tighten, pulling my body closer to his as he rests his forehead on mine. Neither of us says anything. We just stand there for a while, holding on to each other. My heart swells for him, and in this moment, I know what I want to do. It’s not going to be everything he wants from me, but it’s something. Something more than I’ve been giving so far.
“I want to try,” I say so quietly that I’m sure it could have been easily missed.
He pulls away, looking into my eyes, seeking some kind of clarification. I smile, hoping that my face is able to tell him things I can’t with words. Not yet anyway.
He beams back at me, lifting me so my feet hover above the floor. “Thank you for trusting me, Beatle.” He acknowledges before his lips take mine in a slow kiss.
I SNAKE MY arms around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen our kiss. I haven’t had another man since our night together, and my body craves his. He wraps my legs around his waist, carrying me over to an empty workbench. Then he reaches for the hem of my sweater and our lips part only long enough for him to tug it over my head. I’m suddenly thankful that I wore my jeans instead of yoga pants or I would have one hundred percent ended up with splinters in my ass.
He grabs the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head. When it meets my discarded clothing on the floor, I tangle my hands back into his hair, wanting everything his talented mouth can give me. With one strong hand at the base of my neck, he uses the other to unclasp my black bra. He kisses his way down my neck, slowly sliding the straps down my arms before it, too, ends up on the floor. He moves the hand on my neck into my hair, pulling my chest away from his. I’m breathing heavily, panting from our feverish kissing, and it’s causing my breasts to bounce. He groans before sucking one nipple into his mouth and pinching the other.
“Ahhh,” I moan.
He continues lavishing my breasts, but I can’t stop writhing my body underneath his touch. I need more. I need him in my mouth. I push his chest, his mouth popping off my tit as he looks up at me. I shove him again, and this time, he backs up a step. As I jump down from the table, I see a chair behind him and continue to move him until the backs of his knees are touching it.
“My turn,” I say, licking my lips as I undo the top button of his jeans. Jamison Henley shirtless is a sight most women would love to see, but Jamison Henley naked… Well that’s something most women would die for.
After I tug his jeans down, he steps out of them, standing in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. I run my finger along the waistband, dipping it inside the front, and he groans. There’s been a helluva lot of sexual tension between us in the last eight months and it is all coming to a head now. Pun intended.
I grab the sides of his boxers, pulling them down. His beautiful cock springs free, and I bite back a whimper at the sight of it. Even his cock is sexy as fuck. It’s soft-pink skin surrounding steel. My panties are absolutely fucking soaked and he hasn’t even touched me there yet.
I wait for him to step out of his boxers before pointing at the chair behind him. “Sit.”
He doesn’t question me. He just sits down, spreading his knees for me to kneel between them. I wrap my left hand around the base of his cock before teasing the tip with my mouth, my right hand bracing itself on his knee. I twirl my tongue around the top, licking the pre-come before taking him deep into my throat.
When I look up at him, my mouth full of his dick, I see him staring back at me. His chocolate eyes are drunk with lust. The muscles in his arms are tight from gripping on to the sides of the chair. I love that I can make him feel this way.
I cup his balls with my hand, sucking him deep into my mouth again. I know that he likes it because he’s thrusting his hips up to meet me, groaning every time I let him touch the back of my throat.
“I’m going to come,” he warns me.
I don’t stop. I move my hand back to the base of his shaft and begin to pump him in time with my mouth. In a few seconds, his hot seed is filling my mouth. I swallow, not wanting to miss tasting any of him as I finish milking him with my hand. When I pull away, licking my lips, he groans again.
“You have the hottest fucking mouth, Lennon,” he growls, putting his hands under my arms to lift me up onto his lap.
I laugh as I tuck my head into the crook of his neck and he runs his hand lazily up and down my back. We sit like that for a few minutes, both of us catching our breath before I move to stand. Then he hooks his fingers into the loops of my jeans and pulls me back down.