Though something nags at the back of my mind, holding me back from stripping Seth and shoving him onto the couch and fucking him like I’ve been wanting to for so long.
He has a heart condition, or at least high blood pressure. He shouldn’t be overdoing himself or stressing. Will having sex be too much for him?
I break the kiss though Seth chases after my lips, groaning deep in his throat. His blue eyes blink open, and he looks hungryand so sexy it takes all my willpower not to go back to making out.
“Can you have sex?” I ask.
He blinks at me, then his lips curl up into a grin that I know all too well as he shifts his lower body, rubbing his erection into my stomach.
“Smartass,” I sigh, shamelessly leaning into his body’s hardness. “I mean, should you be having sex? Isn’t that dangerous?”
“If you’re worried about me dying in the middle of sex, I think we’re safe.”
“Seth!” I gasp, pulling back from him.
He cups my face. “No, my lovely and caring Jennifer, sex isn’t going to kill me.” He grins. “It’s a form of exercise, and exercise is something my doctor has greatly encouraged.”
I’m still not one hundred percent convinced, which has cooled my desire some. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
Seth shakes his head. “No, we absolutely should. I don’t think I can survive another day of wanting you and keeping my hands to myself.” His head swoops down, and he claims my lips in another hot kiss.
He nips my lower lip as he pulls back. “If it makes you feel any better, you can do most of the work,” he teases.
Riding him is one of my top fantasies, so he’ll get no complaints from me.
I seize his hand and tug him toward his bedroom.
Chuckling, he lets me lead him into the room and is nothing but patient as I strip him and gaze at that amazing body that I’ve only gotten glimpses of before. When he walked into the living room with only a towel riding low on his lean hips that one time, I thought I was going to embarrass myself by begging him to let me make love to him.
Except there is no need to beg, Seth is willingly mine.
It’s a heady experience and one I haven’t really experienced before. How often do people actually get exactly what or who they want?
His body is long and lean with tight muscles, and his cock is definitely drool-worthy. It’s long like the rest of him with an upward curve that I know is going to hit all the right spots inside me. He’s not super thick, but that length has my pussy fluttering in excitement.
“Like what you see?” he asks, taking hold of his cock and stroking his palm along it.
As if he doesn’t already know that.
With his big hand wrapped around the base, it’s even more apparent that, yeah, he’s been blessed in the cock department.
And I am one lucky girl to get to have him.
I reach out and trail my fingers over the flushed head of his cock and am rewarded by his quick intake of air.
Grinning, I motion to the bed. “Why don’t you have a seat so I can take a better look?”
He chuckles and sits back with his legs wide and his cock jutting upwards.
Coming closer, I kick off my shoes, and shimmy out of both my jeans and shirt, leaving my bra and panties on. I’d waste time wishing I were wearing something sexy and expensive, but Seth’s gaze tells me he doesn’t need bits of satin and lace, he seems perfectly content with my plain and cheap beige bra and white cotton panties with the tiny white bow in front. The way he looks at me, it’s as if I’m the sexiest woman in the world.
It's flattering and strokes my ego in ways I didn’t realize I needed. I want to be beautiful and sexy for Seth.
“Jennifer,” he groans, his heated eyes never leaving me.
I walk over and straddle his hips, his erection caught between our bodies as I run my hands over his collarbone, shoulders, and neck. I relish the silky texture of his short black hair as I drag myfingers through it while rubbing my lips along his. “Do you want me, Seth?” I breathe.
His hands seize my hips as his pelvis jerks under me. “I want you,” he pants against my mouth before his lips claim mine.
