The rain abated gradually over the next minutes as they stayed locked together in tumultuous pleasure. When they finally came up for air, Seth’s voice sounded rough as he said, “Let’s run for it. This may be our only chance for a while.”
She climbed from his lap and grabbed her handbag as he opened the door, jumped out, and reached for her. She let him lift her down from the truck and then they ran through the rain to the front porch as she dug in her handbag for her keys.
Inside the house, she dropped her belongings and turned back to him as he closed and locked the door behind them. Her mom’s car was gone, so she knew that they were officially alone for the evening. She shivered as the air-conditioning hit her rain-dampened skin, and Seth silently drew her without preamble to her bedroom. He continued into the bathroom, and a few seconds later, she heard the shower come on. He was unbuttoning his black button-down shirt when he reappeared, and she watched raptly as he revealed more of his muscular chest.
“I don’t want you to be chilled or anxious. A hot shower will help.”
He stripped the shirt from his shoulders, and she was once more captivated with his body art. The monochromatic gray-and-black designs on his pecs were a stark contrast with the unadorned flesh of his sternum and abdomen. She reached out to stroke him and gazed into his eyes, letting him know that although his tattoos captivated her, she was truly attracted to the man first and foremost.
He slid his hands around her hips and lifted the hem of her top. She raised her arms to assist him and moaned when he trapped her arms in the fabric above her head while he kissed the upper swells of her cleavage. He groaned and rubbed his lips and chin against her flesh, and she realized that he’d shaved very carefully that evening so she’d feel no rough stubble, just the softer, tickling hairs of his goatee and moustache. The thought struck her as very considerate. Combined with his dominating kisses and attention, it was a heady moment, and she held still for him, giving him what he craved. Her hair fell through the neck opening of her top and slid down her back, tickling her spine. Her belly fluttered with excitement as he drew close enough that she could feel his body heat bare millimeters from her skin.
When he finally released her arms, she wrapped them around his neck and sighed when he unclasped the black lace bra and peeled it off of her.
His fingers were like tongues of fire on her flesh as he looked her over with hungry eyes. “Touching is nice but I want more now. I want to taste every inch of you, Jayne.”
Chapter Eleven
Speechless at the predatory heat in his eyes, Jayne nodded. Seth went down on his knees in front of her, and she trembled with anticipation as he pressed his lips to her abdomen, just below her belly button.
Lifting each foot, he removed her black cowboy boots. Her cunt was swollen and wet with need, throbbing as he unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and lowered the zipper. There was a pleased look in his eyes as he slid his fingertips into the parted fabric and tugged downward then held them as she stepped from each leg. He repeated the action with her thong, drawing the black lace down her hips and thighs.
She felt slightly dumpy and uncomfortable, clad in nothing but the white tube socks she’d worn with her boots. He lifted her left foot and kissed her knee as he placed it atop his. Doing so partially opened her pussy lips, revealing her damp flesh to him. She forgot all about her dorky gym socks, trembling all over as he centered his hot gaze on her pussy and hungrily licked his lips.
His long black hair tickled her as he kissed her inner thighs while removing her socks one at a time, making the mundane task seem incredibly sexy. He held her calf in place and slid his fingertips up the length of her leg, from her ankle to the apex of her thighs, and glanced up at her.
“You make my mouth water, Jayne. I’m not gonna lie. I want to eat you up.”
A tempest swelled inside her, and she moaned as her pussy throbbed under his gaze and her juices trickled and dampened her thighs. “Please.”
She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but he seemed to understand and gently stroked her mound and her outer lips. The touch was maddeningly erotic, and she stood frozen in place against her closet door waiting for what came next.
He leaned toward her and slid one hand around her hips to clutch her ass cheek and laid his mouth on her pussy for the first time. The thunderstorm outside swelled in intensity again, and her heart hammered with a dizzying combination of need and nervousness as he gave her the most intimate of kisses. He must’ve sensed her trepidation because he took his time, dragging his tongue over her soaked inner lips in wide, leisurely strokes. Feeling overwhelmed, she let her head fall back against the door.