Jack looped her legs over his shoulders, pulling her ass towards the edge of the couch cushion.
Jenna smiled down at him. She ran her fingers through his thick, gray hair. Her man had turned into the ideal silver fox, and she absolutely loved that she was the only person in the entire world who got to touch him and experience him like this. Many young love stories ended in tragedy or betrayal, the couple realizing that their adult selves did not want the same things as their teenage selves.
But that had never happened with them. They’d grown together, learned together. Their trust was infinite and their passion inextinguishable.
Jenna was human. She found other men attractive and had certainly had her fair share of wet dreams starring Henry Cavill in full Witcher costume, but she couldn’t imagine evertouchinganother man. Her fantasies stopped when faced with reality.
Jack was the only man for her, through thick and thin, sickness and health, richer and poorer. There was no one else, because Jack went beyond being her first in everything. He washer last. She didn’t know when that would be, and now with her diagnosis, it would be sooner than either of them ever thought possible, but that prospect had never changed. Be it today or tomorrow or ten years from now, Jack would still be her last in all things.
It just hurt to know that she might not be his. She wanted Jack to find love after her, to be happy and at peace, but the knowledge that there was another woman out there who might ever look down her body and see Jack’s face between her legs made Jenna’s possessiveness rise up.
“I love you,” she told him, watching his gun-metal gray eyes flare at her declaration.
“I love you too.”
Her grip on his hair tightened as much as her weak fingers would allow. She smiled wickedly at him. “Then prove it,” Jenna ordered before forcing his mouth down onto her pussy by his hair.
The pinchat the top of Steel’s head went straight to his dick. Christ, he loved Bossy Jenna. In his time in the Marines, and even here at the club, he’d heard other men talking about how they would never allow a woman to take control in the bedroom. Howhewas the man andhewas in charge.
Utter. Fucking. Bullshit.
There wasnothinglike letting go and seeing his woman rise to power. When would the world learn that women weren’t just the fairer sex, but the stronger sex? While men… Well, men were just a bunch of fucking idiots. Steel included, because his brain would never work right around this woman. He wasneverstrong enough in her presence, would never be worthy of her.
His hands tightened on Jenna’s hips, restraining her body to him. He inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy, and fucking hell, why did she have to buy all those candles with fake scents?Thiswas the scent he wanted to come home to, not Beachy Days or Coconut Springs.
Steel parted her flesh with his tongue, his mouth and nose between her folds. Fuck, her taste was even better than her scent. He had to actively remember not to grip her hips too hard. To not toss her onto the floor and fuck her within an inch of her life. He loved making slow love to her, and he would do so until the day they died, but there was something so primal and possessive about bringing his wife to orgasm with his mouth.
Jenna let out a sensual moan as he suctioned his lips over her clitoris, hollowing his cheeks as he ran his tongue over the sensitive bud in fast strokes. Her legs shook on his shoulders as her hips eagerly rocked against him.
The first time Steel had gone down on Jenna, they were babysitting Lilly while Mr. and Mrs. Zarin were on a date night. Lilly was asleep in her room and they got carried away in his bedroom. They hadn’t had acluewhat they were doing. They hadn’t had sex yet, but they’d been experimenting. Figuring out what they liked and what felt good. Peers at both their schools talked about sex like it was an automatic thing, like they were some sexual prodigies. When in reality, they were likely bumbling idiots who couldn’t find the G-spot with GPS coordinates.
Jenna and Steel had been virgins together. They’d bought porn on VHS tapes and dirty magazines from an adult store that thought every underage person had ID on a pocketed ten-dollar bill. The first time Jenna had taken off her shirt for him, she’d shown him how a bra worked so he could do it himself the next time. Jenna had been extremely nervous and embarrassed the first time he’d removed his pants for her, and had touched his cock like it was a vicious eel that might bite her.
But theylearned. They touched and explored. They asked questions, and they certainly made mistakes. And now? There wasn’t an inch of Jenna’s body that he wasn’t familiar with. Inside and out, she washis.
And Jenna was the only person in the world to know that Steel had ticklish feet.
Jenna’s clit swelled under his touch. He knew she was on the verge of an orgasm from her sharp intakes of breath. Her little, broken gasps, the way her thighs trembled, and the grip on his hair tightened.
“Jack…” He felt her hips tip up more as she chased her release.
Tapping sounded on the front door as it opened. Steel lifted his head and turned, his eyes glaring and his beard dripping with his wife’s juices. “Steel, man, Ollie said you wanted to—Oh my God!!!My eyes!” The door slammed closed again, and there was some audible cursing from the front stoop as Cage said something about karma being a vindictive bitch.
At Jenna’s giggle, Steel turned back. Her hazel eyes were alight with mirth, and that alone spared Cage’s life. Not that he could have seen anything specific from the way Steel’s body was covering her, but still. It was the principal.No onegot to see Jenna naked but him.
“Guess he’s not a smart man after all,” Jenna laughed.
Steel smiled up at her. “The dumbest,” he said before diving back between her legs.
Jack droppedhis mouth down to her shoulder. Jenna tipped her head to the right to give him more access. “What are you thinking about for lunch?” he asked, his lips still against her sensitive skin.
At the moment, Jenna couldn’t think beyond her desire to drop to her knees and repay him the same attention he’d shown her that morning. Unfortunately, they were in the public area ofher store surrounded by glass windows. Beyond that, Jenna was pretty sure that if she got down on her knees, she wasn’t getting back up anytime soon.
She needed to research the best way to give Jack a blowjob without her getting on her knees or crouched over him on the bed. He could be on top, but then she wasn’t the one in control. Maybe she could sit and somehow have him stand over her?
Jack’s fingers traced her bra line over her sweater. “Lunch, Jen,” he encouraged again.
Saying “your dick, hold the bun” did not seem like the answer he was looking for. “Mmm,” she moaned. “I’ll never say no to one of Tally’s sandwiches.”
