Every one of those complainers had to be absolute idiots. Maybe he didn’t need to eat. Maybe he could survive on sex alone. He’d be willing to try.
Janey didn’t suffer from the same inability to make a decision he did. She crawled off the mattress, a wide grin firmly planted on her face, which made him feel all the more cocky since he was the one who’d put it there.
“I’ll see you in the shower,” she said.
He stripped down, tossing his things in the laundry basket. In the distance, the water turned on and instantly images of Janey with water-slicked skin leapt to mind.
It wasn’t his imagination. Nope. He’d seen the real thing before, been dreaming about it at night, and now she stood only ten paces away. All he had to do was walk forward and join her.
His cheeks were going to be sore from grinning.
He might have just come, but his cock was hardening again, and when he stepped through the bathroom door to discover she’d left the shower curtain partway open, hands moving slowly over her body as she smiled at him—
“I like a man with a good recovery time,” Janey teased.
He stepped into the tub, eager to explore this time instead of having to hold back. “It’s not the recovery time I’m worried about.”
She laughed, wrapping her arms around him. The fronts of their bodies came in contact, his cock a solid rock between them, pressing against her soft belly. Janey lifted her lips, and he dove into the kiss. Soaking in the taste of her as he let his hands explore.
Soft skin, warm and wet. Tantalizing. Addictive.
She ran her hands over his ass and his hips moved instinctively, rubbing against her.
“I have a suggestion,” she offered, her hands continuing to torment him as she dragged her fingernails lightly over his ass cheeks.
“I’m all ears.”
“You’re all cock,” she teased as she snuck her hand between them. He sucked for air as she caught him in her fist. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
No way her list could be longer than the one he’d been mentally making for years. “No rush. And no objections either.”
Janey moved her hand back, pulling his foreskin up then pressing down slowly. Not enough pressure to make him go off, which was good because he was on a hair trigger. “Let’s do it.”
“Do it—what? Have sex? Now?”
She stroked him as she nodded. “I’m wet and ready, you’re definitely ready, and I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
Jeez. At this rate he was going to last three seconds.
He opened his mouth to protest, but she’d popped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “Come on, you’re cleaned up and it’s not going to get any easier the longer we wait.”
She darted back into the bedroom, her butt cheeks flexing as she crawled onto the bed, glancing over her shoulder and wiggling her brows.
The small part of his brain that was still functioning registered he had to grab a condom. He snagged up the box he’d bought only that week, and grabbed one out.
He might be inexperienced, but he was still going to make this good for her. He crowded her to the mattress, letting her pull him down so they were naked, skin to skin, the water droplets clinging to them squeezed to a thin slick of moisture.
She broke away from the kiss he’d begun, eying him for a moment before speaking softly. “I’m not suggesting I be in charge all the time, but I read something, and if you’re interested…”
She pulled the condom from his fingers.
“If you intend on putting that on me, we’re gonna be done before we get started,” he warned.
Janey pulled her knees apart and his hips settled over hers, his cock resting against her mound. “Fuck me like this. Don’t go inside me this time, but rub my clit. That way you don’t need a condom, and we both get to feel really good.”
“Janey—”
“I don’t care if you come after three strokes, but I saw this and it looked damn hot, so stop complaining and do it.”
It wasn’t her suggestion he was going to protest, it was not doing anything else beforehand. But when she rocked against him, he rocked back, and it felt so fucking good there was no way he could stop.
He pushed up on his arms so the only place they connected was his cock thrusting over her pussy lips, moisture coating him on every move. She was hot, and wet, and oh-so-willing as she lifted her hips and helped.
“Oh, yes, that feels wonderful.” Janey put her hands on her breasts and played with her nipples, and a shot of lust roared through him.
There was too much to see, too much to feel as the tingling sensation in his balls increased. He adjusted position, kneeling slightly so he could rock against her at a sharper angle. Watching with fascination as his cock slid over her clit again and again.
It was so different than his hand. Different, but amazing and unbelievable, and more than he could take for very long.
She whimpered slightly as he pressed harder, the head of his cock sliding over her belly on every thrust. “You close?” she asked.
Len couldn’t answer because he was holding his breath to try to last—and then he couldn’t answer because he was groaning out his release, stopping with his hips thrust forward so his seed landed on her belly. He might have come less than fifteen minutes earlier, but somehow he had more than enough left to leave splattered lines shooting to her belly button and over her flat stomach toward her breasts.
Len looked up to discover she was grinning wildly.
“You didn’t come,” he scolded.
“I came before, and that was hot.” She grabbed a tissue from beside his bed to wipe her belly. Then she grabbed hold of his biceps and tugged him up the bed to a seated position. “And we’re not done.”
He was going to die from pleasure. “More?”
“More,” she insisted.
He might have a good recovery time, but he’d already come twice. “Optimist.”
“I have faith in you.” And damn if she didn’t wrap her hands around his cock. Gently, thank God, because Len wasn’t sure how much more his dick could take at this point.
But she stroked him softly as she pressed her body to his, lips connecting. Too many sensations, Len had thought before, and they just weren’t stopping.
Her breasts rubbed against his body as her hand continued to move. Their tongues tangled, breaths mingling. Len was reduced to nothing but heat and the blood pounding through his veins as she brought a response far too quickly.
Enough waiting. He wanted her. Len lowered his hands to cup her ass, lifting her into his lap, her knees on either side of his body. “I want inside you, now.”
Janey caught up the condom from where she’d abandoned it on the bed, ripping the package open and rolling the latex down his shaft.
It had to be said. “You’re a genius, by the way.”
She rose onto her knees, glancing up briefly with laughter in her eyes. “I wanted you to enjoy this.”
“It’s possible to not enjoy sex?”
His heart was pounding as if he’d been working like a dog lifting engine blocks out of a vehicle without a hoist. She angled his cock back, and heat wrapped around the tip. Slowly she undulated her hips, taking him into her body as he fought the urge to simply drive upward.
He was a man of few words, but there were some classic phrases scrolling through his brain right then. Holy fuck was the most coherent. By the time she was fully seated in his lap, and he was fully seated in her, Len was feeling lightheaded.
Janey caught him around the neck, forehead resting against his as she stared into his eyes. “Good?”
He nodded, unable to speak.
“You want me to do the moving? Or whenever you’re ready to roll, go for it. It feels amazing to have you inside me,” she confessed.
Did he want her to do the moving? His hands cupped her ass and he lifted her slightly, flexing his biceps with little effort to raise her up so the head of his cock clung to her passage. He brought her down slowly, savouring the sensation of heat and pressure. Again, so different from his hand, or hers. So perfect that he repeated the move. Increasing the tempo as she hugged his shoulders, her teeth biting into her lower lip as he fucked her. The tingling pleasure of another orgasm was rising, but not nearly as quickly as he’d worried about.
He paused to take her lips, dropping one hand to caress her breasts as he pulsed lightly within her, relishing the connection between them. He had wanted this forever, so for however long he got to enjoy it, he would appreciate every moment.
Janey wiggled, rubbing against his pubic bone. He broke away from her lips, still controlling their positioning to move her back far enough to reach between them.
The instant his thumb hit her clit she gasped. “Oh. Oh my…”
He didn’t have to ask her if it was good—the way she squeezed tight around him was a clear indication. The pressure also made him damn near see stars.
Control firmly in place for a little longer, he sped up his fingers over her clit, and soaked in every gasp, every moan that escaped her until she clawed his shoulders, hard, her pussy a tight fist around his cock.
“Oh, hell, yes.” Her head dropped against his chest as she shook, pulsing pressure seizing him like she’d never let go.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Len twisted her and took her to the mattress under him to thrust easier. Driving in as her passage held him in a vise. Bringing the pressure up until along with her moans of pleasure, he was panting, every rock forward making them both gasp until he exploded.