For The One(79)

But I don’t want to stop her. So I turn my head to suck on the other nipple and she continues to ride me, pushing against my erect penis in a way that almost hurts it’s so intense.

“If you keep doing this, I’ll climax,” I finally choke out my warning. Shame is tangling its way into my chest and entwining with that heat that feels so good.

She pulls back to look at my face, and I’m almost afraid to look at her. When I finally do, she’s smiling at me. I haven’t shocked her. I haven’t made her feel disgusted. At least I don’t think I have.

“That’s the idea,” she says with a small laugh.

“You don’t mind?”

“I said I wanted to make you feel good. What did you think I meant?”

I take in a deep, strangled breath and let it go. “I try not to come to conclusions about what people mean when they use words and expressions, because I’m often wrong about them.”

“Well, you’re not wrong this time.” Her hand is on the button of my fly now and I stiffen. “May I?” She bites her lip.

I laugh. “Do you really think there’s a remote chance that I’ll say no?’”

Her smile grows larger and she laughs. “You never know, Wil. You’ve surprised me before.”

She slides off my lap, twisting her wrist to release the button on my pants. Then her hand slips inside and…

If I thought it felt good before, I was either wrong or had no perspective for how this would feel. Her skin on my skin, stroking lightly and then slowly increasing the pressure, is heavenly. I grasp a handful of her hair and roughly pull her head to mine. I need her lips melding with mine, our tongues together. This feeling as she touches me is almost more than I can handle, and I feel like I’m about to short-circuit.

As she continues, I long to put part of my body inside hers. I’m possessed with the desire to feel her wrapped around me, hot and wet. I want to roll us over right now and finally do it—push myself deep inside her. But I have to settle for pushing my tongue into her mouth while her slim, feminine fingers wrap around me.

“It feels so good,” I finally let out between pants. I’m pleased to note that she’s breathing just as hard as I am. “Jenna…you are…” I suck in a breath, and when I pull my mouth away from hers again, I murmur fiercely against her lips, “I wish I knew how it would feel to be inside you.”

Her fingers slow and she begins to run her hot mouth along my neck. “I can show you what it feels like.” When I begin to protest, she cuts me off. “No, it’s not what you think.”

Suddenly, she is kissing her way down my neck and then across my chest, sucking my nipples through the material of my t-shirt before pulling it off, with my help. Now she’s licking my abs as she moves down to my navel. I take careful note of what she is doing because I’m determined to do it all to her, too. I’ll kiss my way across her chest, her belly and her navel, then trace my tongue across the inside of her thighs and listen to her moan my name. And then I’ll—

Oh, she’s kissing me there.

Now I’m starting to feel self-conscious about what might happen—and very quickly, too. But it feels so good that I’m almost paralyzed by the intensity of the pleasure her mouth is giving me.

In spite of that, I think this might be the time to stop things before they go too far, though I’m really sick at the thought of stopping it. I try to gently remove her head, but she shoves my hand away. “It’s okay, Wil. Please let me.”

“But I might—”

“That’s the point, Wil. It’s okay.” Her tongue snakes out to swirl around the tip and a hot rush of lust overwhelms me. “I’ve done this before.”

Before I can say another word or even think about being jealous of her doing this for another man, her mouth opens and envelops my aching shaft. And that’s it—every other thought in my mind is gone. All I can focus on is how good this feels.

My perspective of how good I can feel has just changed—this is the pinnacle. Until seconds later, when she slides her tongue along the underside of my penis and that perspective shifts yet again.

I know that it must feel even better to push myself inside her. To feel her muscles tighten around me, holding me there. To feel her soft thighs rest against my hips as I slip in and out of her. I’m imagining it all in great detail.

But if I think about it too much, I’ll want to throw out every one of my principles and do it. In fact, I’m shaking with the need to do it. Like going for days without eating and needing food, or going hours through the hot desert without a drink and needing water.