Right Kind of Wrong(86)

Her eyes search mine in the soft bedroom glow as she slowly lifts up on her toes and places her hands on my chest. Leaning in, she presses her lips to mine, kissing me, softly at first then more aggressively as I kiss her back. At first, I’m thrilled, thinking maybe Jenna has changed her mind and wants to let me in.

But as she pulls off my clothes and bites at my mouth and claws at my back with urgency, I realize she’s using sex as a distraction. She’s so terrified of what I just said—so scared to respond—that she’d rather surrender her body to me than admit that she might feel something too.

The sadness that floods into me at this thought is dark and cold, sinking through me like a weight in water. I’ve been so patient, so understanding all this time and she can’t even give me a damn sentence?

Stripping her clothes off, she walks our naked bodies back to the bed and tries to push me to the mattress. I don’t budge, waiting until she looks up at me before staring down at her with my dark heartache pouring from my eyes. She looks startled for a moment, not expecting to see such anger after she’d just kissed her way up and down my body and peeled off all my clothes, but I don’t relent. She quickly turns her eyes away, which only adds to my hurt.

Grabbing her chin, I turn her face back to mine so she has no choice but to see my pain. She blinks several times, as if trying not to cry, and it’s too much for me to handle.

Sliding my hands down her body, I grasp her hips and turn us around so I can push her onto the bed. Her eyes flash with excitement, grateful that I’m giving in to what she wants: sex instead of truth. My anger spikes for a moment only to plummet back into sadness at the eagerness on her face.

I roughly flip her over and she gasps. Then I run my hands down her body so she’s lying flat on her stomach, her head turned to the side and her dark hair fanning out on the pillow. Her breathing is uneven, unsure, as she eyes me from the pillow. Gliding my hands up the sides of her rib cage, I brush her arms out from where they’re tucked against her body and slide them up to the pillow. Then I gather her long hair and twist it up before laying it to the side of her head so the back of her neck is exposed. She lets me do these things without a sound. She simply watches me from the corner of her eye and waits with nervous breaths.

My eyes slip over the naked backside of her body, now laid out before me, and follow the curve of her ass and the dip of her spine. The soft skin of her thighs and the swell of her breasts, smashed beneath her and spilling out on the sides. I grow thick and hard as I look her over.

Jenna wanted just sex. Emotionless, simple, impersonal sex. And that’s what she’ll get.

Crawling up her body, I bring my mouth to the base of her head and breathe on the tiny hairs that stand on end there. She squirms beneath me. I set my mouth against the back of her neck and gently sink my teeth into her skin. Her squirming continues as I lightly nip at her neck then run my teeth to her ear before scraping them down her jaw. She twists her head to meet my mouth with a kiss but I pull away from her and refuse her lips. A small cry escapes her throat as I bite into her shoulder, hard enough to pinch her skin but not hard enough to leave a mark, and her head snaps back. She tries raise up on her arms to arch herself away from me, but I trap her arms above her head and pin them there as I bite her other shoulder, more gently this time.

She buries her head in the pillow and moans as I lick the spots that I just bit then kiss a trail between her shoulder blades. Sliding my hands down her arms, I tangle one hand into her hair while the other travels down over her round ass and between her thighs, where she’s already hot and wet.

She jerks as I tap my fingers against her wetness and I tug at her hair so she has to bring her face out of the pillow. Turning her head to the side, facing away from me, she pants as I touch the wet place between her legs.

I whisper, “This is what you wanted, right?” as I tease her tight, wet entrance with my finger. “For me to take control of your body?”

She begins to squirm again, trying to coax my finger inside her by angling her hips just right, and pants, “Yes.”

I push my big finger into her wanting core and she lets out a blissful whimper. I slowly pull my finger from the grip of her inner muscles and roll her wetness over the sensitive nub of her clit again and again as she squirms and jerks and gasps beneath me. I don’t stop sliding over that special spot until her fingers dig into the sheets. Then I start to pluck at her tiny clit and she cries out.

The sound of her pleasure makes my cock grow painfully hard. Her hips jerk back and forth with her orgasm, causing her backside to jiggle with the movement and my body to scream for release.