“One time, I swear I nearly came from that alone,” she whimpered as she sat down on the bed and dropped her head back to arch her back. “Feels so good. The pleasure goes straight between my legs.”
I watched with hooded eyes as Jillian slowly leaned back onto the mattress, her legs spreading further apart, and resisted the urge to adjust my hard-as-nails dick.
“I can’t...fuck.” Jillian began to slide her right hand down her stomach. “That’s it,” she moaned when she made contact with her clit. “Fuck, yes,” she hissed as her legs spread wider.
Fuck this.
I hadn’t even realized I had walked over to the bed until I dropped to my knees. “Tell me what to do,” I growled and pushed her hand away.
Jillian pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Hutch you don’t—”
I put both hands on her hips. “Tell me,” I said again as I looked up at her. Her green eyes were dark with need. “Like this?” I dragged my tongue over her engorged clit, and she cried out. Jillian tasted like pure heaven.
“Play with your nipples while I eat you,” I demanded and felt her lean back against the bed.
I let my tongue do all the work. Rolling it repeatedly over her sweet, wet slit, while Jillian pulled on her nipples. Her moans and whimpers filled the room as I worked her over. My cock grew harder in my jeans. I lost myself in making her feel good until Jillian’s hands dug into my hair and she cried out my name, her body shaking and quivering as she reached her release. It was the most beautiful experience of my life.
I climbed up onto the bed to pull her against me. “Was...was that okay?” I whispered as she peppered kisses against my mouth.
“That was amazing,” she assured me, her eyes hazy. “Thank you.”
I blushed. “You’re more than welcome.” We held one another for a few minutes until she pulled back to look at me again.
“Do you want me to return the favor? I understand if you say no, but I feel like you deserve it after that.” Jillian’s hands reached for the button on my pants, causing my already painfully hard cock to jerk at the thought of her beautiful, pouty lips wrapping around my dick. Until the moment she popped my jeans open and fear licked at my brain.
“I can’t—” I jumped off the bed and shook my head, yanking my hands through my hair. “Trust me, Jills, you’re fucking stunning, and I want you, fuck, do I want you, but I just...I can’t.” I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood.
“Hutch.” Jillian was suddenly next to me. “Honey, it’s okay.”
I stared down into her bright eyes as she searched my face. There were so many things I wanted to tell her right now, but I couldn’t. I was afraid if I did, Jillian would run screaming from my apartment and never return.
“Why don’t we”—Jillian bent down and began to put her clothes back on—“finish watching the documentary we were watching before.” I suddenly wished she had something of mine to put on instead. “What, you want to watch something else?” She tilted her head, her gaze searching.
I felt my ear grows red. “That’s fine.”
“Your mouth says yes, Hutch, but your eyes say something else. What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“Hutch.” Jillian put her hands on her hips.
I sighed, but didn’t say anything. I instead moved over to the dresser to pull out the second drawer and fished out one of my Kenny Chesney shirts. “Here.”
“You want me to wear your shirt?” she asked, amusement shining in her features.
I nodded.
Without hesitation, Jillian took the shirt from me, and when I snuck a glance, she had it pulled on over her head before she slid into her leggings. “Good?” She flashed a smile up at me. It hung off her small frame and straight past her knees. “Now, about that documentary.” She danced over the sofa on her toes, twirling enough to make me dizzy in the head.
I wasn’t sure if it was Jillian’s ballet moves or her in general that made me feel that way.
