And from the very first pass of my mouth over her inner lips, she was.
I was only halfway through tracing each letter in her name over her clit with my tongue and she was already humming and shivering underneath me. I let go of her hands so I could steady her hips, and her fingers dove into my hair, twisting and pulling with a delightful mix of sting and pleasure. I didn’t need to hear her pleading cries to know she was close to coming, and fuck, I needed to take her there.
I dove in deeper and with a moan that sounded like a plea to God, her ass jacked off the bed and she began to shake, pulling at my hair like she wanted to rip it out. She could make me bald; I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to stop until she begged.
She sobbed out my name in a litany and that was entreaty enough, although I only went as far away as a trail of kisses down the inside of her thigh. Each touch of my lips brought a gasp from hers; I finally took mercy and crawled back up her body.
Her breathing was ragged and her were eyes closed into slits. She steered my face to hers with the fingers she still had wrapped around my skull, taking my mouth in a kiss that made me forget how to breathe.
Finally breaking away, she murmured against my lips, “Your turn.”
I was hoping the mere friction of removing my pants didn’t set me off like a rocket, because that was not how I wanted our first time to go. “Just touch me, Jen. I’m almost there already.”
She fumbled my zipper open and I actually grunted. “Let me,” I said in a voice so raspy it sounded alien to my ears. Rising to my knees, I yanked everything down and kicked the works off onto the floor.
She bit her lip, taking me in with widening eyes. My cock was hard to the point of pain. I put a palm on the bed on either side of her head and it was all I could do to hold myself above her. Jen didn’t need further prompting to take me in hand, squeezing once and swiping a thumb over the moisture that had already leaked out my tip.
I gritted my teeth and ground out, “Do that again.” Her grip tightened and I groaned, every shred of my attention on her hand and what it was doing. Not a good way to hold off on coming, but I was beyond waiting. It would only take a few more strokes and—
With a roar, a million stars exploded behind my eyelids and I’m not sure, but I might have lost consciousness for a moment. I became aware of my arms shaking and my voice speaking gibberish wrapped around her name.
I’d like to think I’m a connoisseur of orgasms, both my own and my partners’, but these were completely off the scale of my experience. I wasn’t sure what had just happened between us, but I was too spent to analyze it. I was dimly aware of her grabbing the sheet and wiping away the mess I’d left all over her belly, then kicking the works to the floor just before my elbows caved and I landed on top of her.
I don’t know how I found the strength to move and pull Jensen into my arms before I passed out, breathing her in with my face buried in her hair.
Chapter 13
*Walkin’ 0n The Sun*
Dear Journal,
Well, here we are, getting to know one another. You’re a spiral-bound tormentor¸ and I’m royally screwed.
Tonight, I did the one thing I swore not to. You know, if I had a long list of Do Nots, and only messed up a few, well, that would be acceptable, percentage-wise. But my list only had one thing on it, and I managed to wipe it out completely.
It was the single most beautiful and astonishing experience of my life, and I hate myself for it.
I had almost-sex with my co-host.
Maybe I should stop referring to her as ‘my co-host.’ Jensen MacKenzie is so much more than that.
And though we were naked, and there were bodily fluids and orgasms involved, my dick did not enter her body in any way.
Even though I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to live.
She had my hands shaking—in all brutal honesty, my whole body was trembling—and I was ready to come just from fricking kissing her.
I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life.
I just couldn't fuck her. All of my encounters are of the one-and-done variety, and the special few women I’ve seen for more than one night… that was only so we could enjoy each other orally a few times before penetration sealed the deal and we both walked away.
I learned early on that once Tab A went into Slot B, a woman was done with me and ready to move on. For my entire life, each thrust of my dick has been like a wave goodbye, and I wasn’t ready to say that to Jen last night.
And maybe I never will be.
And there’s my problem. I am not boyfriend material. I’m the guy you can count on for no-strings-attached sex, the one you don’t have to worry about having an awkward morning-after with, because I’m never there the morning after.