So. Long(104)
I step into it, and he wraps me up like a burrito.
He takes his towel, swiping at the water clinging to his skin and securing it at his waist.
Taking me by the hand, he leads me into the bedroom—but not to the bed, as I expect. Instead, he leads me to a sofa, which is turned so the occupant can look out the picture window that faces LA. There aren’t any curtains or sheers, just a window, wide open for anyone to look in.
“Don’t you worry that people can see inside?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. The glass has a reflective coating. Even when the lights are on in here, no one could see in.”
He pulls his towel off and nabs mine as well, letting them drop to the floor.
“So, if I were to, oh, say…”—he walks me backward until my butt is against the window—“press a beautiful woman’s ass against the glass, those poor bastards down there wouldn’t even get a glimpse.”
His hand finds the very wet spot between my legs. He tickles my clit as his mouth comes down on mine. The warmth of his tongue dancing with mine chases away the chill of the glass against my skin.
With one hand at my crotch, the other on my breast, he turns me around and we end up on the sofa. His expert kisses and the way his hands explore my body have the juices flowing, and my pussy is in a frenzied state of anticipation.
He rolls to his back and pulls me over him so I’m straddling him. He’s not inside me, though his balls are under my ass and his cock is between the lips of my pussy, its head only a few inches from my clit, all pink next to my dark skin and so beautiful together that I’d like a picture to blow up and hang above my bed.
Though I doubt he’d let me take a picture of his dick, even if my pussy is right there in the photo with it.
I giggle. “Uh oh—is it time for the bouncing to begin?”
He shakes his head and pulls me down so that my breasts are flat against his pecs and whispers, “Nope. I want to make sure you’re taken care of. That’s how it gets done in this bedroom. This is our first time together, and you’ve got me so fucking hot, I can’t even tell you if I’ll last ten fucking seconds before I blow my wad. So, you get yours first.”
His words are a caress as much as a promise.
I pull back and stare into his sage green eyes.
His smile spreads as he takes my tits in his hands and gently squeezes. “I could stare at these all day and never tire of them.”
I outline his flat nipple with my fingernail and drag it down so it bumps over his abs, and then I circle the head of his erection. “You could model.”
“I used to do a little modeling before I got my big break.”
“Of course. I forget who I’ve got here.”
In one stealthy move, he flips me over so I’m the one on the couch. He grabs me behind my knees and pulls me down until my ass is almost off the cushion. “Let’s get you comfortable. I’m going to make sure you don’t ever forget Jackson Tremaine again.”
Electric anticipation zigzags through me, straight to my lady parts.
I’m splayed on the sofa before him, his hands skimming along my thighs from my knees to my hips. The way his skin contrasts with my darker shade is almost as much of a turn on as his beautiful body positioned between my legs.
His thumbs converge on my pussy. One slides between the lips, dipping into my already soaked entrance. “Hell yeah.”
He pushes his thumb deep and leans down, shouldering my legs further apart. He looks up at me. His other thumb circles my clit, bringing on waves of pleasure. “My mouth is fucking watering here. Look what you do to me, woman.”
Jackson holds my gaze as he leans in. The very tip of his tongue barely touches my nub. My legs fall open a bit wider.
Please. Please.
Still watching me, he licks again. This time, a tad more of his tongue makes contact. The thumb in my slit swirls slowly. Another timid lap at my clit.
Damn tease.
His eyes crinkle at the corners, and that sexy as hell grin lights his face. The thumb inside rams deep and then pulls out. I grunt. He yanks the skin at the top of my pussy up and away from my bud. Then he licks me, sinking his tongue deep into my entrance, pulling up all the way to my clit. He circles it with his tongue, freshly wet with my juice. The warmth sends a fresh stream of liquid to my pussy.
He latches on to my nub and sucks. I squirm. He hangs onto the top of my pussy, keeping my clit exposed, as he wraps his other arm around my hips, trapping one leg in the crook of his arm. He holds me in place as he slathers open-mouthed kisses over me, alternating with sucking, until I’m breathless and my hands push through his hair.
His tongue delves into my recesses, and he grunts in satisfaction as he slurps up the juice my body creates for him.