Sure Thing(49)

His cock is rock hard against my bottom. I imagine it straining against his pants, eager to be inside of me, and I emit something resembling a groan. I’m so close to release.

He slips two fingers inside of me and I bite my lip. So close.

“You’re awfully assertive for a woman who just told me she likes to defer control.”

I grin, knowing he can’t see it. “I know, it’s just that I’m so fond of your hand.”

“I can tell. You’re riding it so shamelessly my cock is getting jealous.” He pinches my nipple again and I clench around his fingers. “You’re soaking my hand, love. I’ll have to suck my fingers clean when you’re done.”

“Jennings.” I exhale his name in a rush. My thighs tense and the pressure builds to the point I don’t think I can take any more. I feel so uninhibited with him, like the only thing that matters is enjoying each other, and it’s the most incredible turn-on I’ve ever experienced.

I’ve still got my head tilted down, watching the motion of his hand as he works me. Watching as his thumb slips under the waistband of my panties and presses against my clit, as he curves his fingers inside of me and nips my earlobe with his teeth, and I shatter.

I’d be on the ground if I wasn’t pressed so firmly against him because my legs are useless. A strong arm wrapped around my ribcage keeps me from going down as his other hand pushes me to ride the orgasm longer than I knew was possible.

When the wave subsides, I test putting weight on my legs before stumbling, a little orgasm-drunk, from his grip as I turn to face him.

“Holy crap, how are you still fully clothed?” I blink at him, trying to recall how we got here. “Like how is it possible that I just came that hard when only one of us is naked?”

“You can take off the knickers now.” His eyes are on mine as he unbuttons his shirt, his movements steady and unhurried.

That’s right. I’m not even completely naked. I hook my thumbs into the material and slide them over my hips until they hit the floor.

“Hand them to me,” he instructs.

I grab them from the floor and feel my face flush as I hand them to him, which is ridiculous after what he just did to me. Yet it’s still sort of mortifying to hand him a pair of panties that he just helped me make extremely damp.

“Lie on the bed,” he instructs as the last button from his shirt is freed. I do so, keeping my eyes on his hands as they move to his belt. What is it about watching a man unbuckle his belt that is so freaking arousing?

“Face down.”

That I wasn’t expecting. I blink at him for a moment, watching the leather slip free of the buckle, and then slowly roll over with my arms bent and tucked to my sides.

“Ass up.”

Oh, holy fuck. Okay. I wonder if my ass is blushing as much as my face is. Is that a thing? I’m so stimulated right now I feel as though I must be flushed everywhere. I slide my knees up and push myself onto my elbows so that my ass will be higher than my head, thinking that’s what he wants based on the limited instructions.

Then I wait.

I hear his pants come off, the belt buckle making an iota of a sound as it hits the floor, but enough for me to guess where he’s at in his disrobing process. Then his hands are on my hips and I’m sliding across the sheets until my knees and ass are at the edge of the bed.

Then the tip of his cock is nudging my entrance. I fist the sheets with my hands as he slams into me with one solid stroke. He grunts. I groan and dip my head, focusing on steadying my forearms against the bed so I don’t end up on my face.

Jennings grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds into me. The room is silent apart from the sound of skin slapping against skin and labored breathing. I’m a vessel for his pleasure and I love it. My tits are bouncing with the force of his thrusts and his balls are hitting my clit. He’s so damn deep like this and the angle is bliss.

I need to see what he looks like right now.

I need to see the expression on his face that accompanies the grunts leaving his mouth. The look in his eyes as he’s whispering filthy things about the view of my ass. The clench of his jaw as he flexes his hips and pounds into me. I need a snapshot in my mind of what he looks like to remember this by.

I look over my shoulder, my hair sweeping across my back and half covering my face, but it’s enough for a glimpse.

His eyes burn into mine, hooded and intent. His lips are slightly parted and his tongue swipes his bottom lip as I watch. It immediately makes me think of his tongue on my clit and I clench around his cock, shocked I’m this close to coming again. I turn back with a moan, dipping my forehead to the mattress, arching my back and pushing my ass higher up.