“Why?”
“Because, beautiful, if I’m in bed with you…” He took another sip of his coffee. “Then sleeping isn’t on the agenda.”
Beautiful? If he thinks I’m beautiful, he needs his eyes tested for sure.
He continued, “I’m only a man, and I don’t have enough restraint to have you wrapped around me in my bed and do nothing about it.”
She was about to protest, but he kept talking.
“Plus, what if I have a nightmare and hurt you? It’s just not a good idea.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” she insisted.
“I did the first night.”
“That wasn’t on purpose, so it doesn’t count,” she reminded him. “Plus, we slept here last night, and you didn’t hurt me then.” Maybe pointing out the obvious would help. She drained the last of her coffee, took the mug to the sink, and rinsed it out. Then she smiled at where he watched her on the couch. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, then she was pulling her big girl panties—the hot red thong version she was wearing—on, and taking matters into her own hands.
She walked past the couch, fully aware of his eyes on her, and caught the end of her dress, stripping it off over her head as she walked. She smiled innocently at him over her shoulder. “The last thing I want from you right now is restraint, Gunnar.”
Ball is in your court now!
God, I hope I didn’t just make the biggest fool out of myself ever!
Before she made it to the bedroom, Gunnar pounced, and Jorja yelped in surprise but wriggled around in his arms to wrap herself around him using both her arms and legs. She hooked one shoe over the other, ensuring she wouldn’t fall as his hands gripped her under her butt.
“Are you sure?”
She slid her hands up the back of his head, buried her fingers into his hair, and kissed him slow, wet, and deep, before whispering against his lips, “Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” He placed her on her feet in front of the bed, his hands cupping her face on either side as he bent down to kiss her. “Beautiful.”
“Mmh.” She unbuttoned his shirt while they exchanged kisses which grew more urgent between them with each brush of their lips. When he released her face to cup her breasts, she gasped, and he swept his tongue into her mouth, his hands massaging her chest through the material of her bra.
Jorja’s head dropped back on her shoulders, giving him access to press a trail of kisses down her throat and along her collarbone. He tugged down the cups of her bra, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking deeply before nipping, dragging a moan from her. He used the fingers of one hand to roll the other nipple at the same time, and zings of excitement zipped through her.
When he came back to her lips, she cupped his crotch through his slacks, flexing her fingers on his balls and dick. He pushed against her hand and growled low in his throat when she softly started massaging them outside of his trousers, softly running her hands over him before getting a little more aggressive by grabbing and squeezing his cock and balls and then releasing the pressure.
After massaging and teasing him for a few minutes, she slowly unzipped his slacks and pushed them down, helping him take them off, and went back to running her hands over him, tracing her fingers up and down his dick and around his balls. His hands stroked down her back and cupped her ass, flexing and releasing a couple of times before he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down over the globes of her ass.
Jorja stepped out of her panties and dropped to her knees in front of him, still wearing her heels.
“Damn, beautiful.”
The heat from his eyes as she looked up at him from her place on her knees made her shiver.
“You are a man’s fantasy come true.” He cupped her chin, his thumb stroking over her cheek. “You first?—”
“No,” she pleaded. “You’ll take over, then I won’t get a chance to taste you first.” She glanced up and made eye contact as she flicked her tongue over the underside of the tip of his penis, where the glans joined his shaft. “Doing this for you…” she wrapped her fingers around his cock, held it at an angle which was easy for her to access, and ran her tongue around the head “...turns me on more than you know.” She pressed wet, sloppy kisses all the way from the root to the tip. “What do you want me to do now, baby?”
“Do that again,” he begged. “With your tongue. Please.”
“Like this?” She licked around the tip again and cupped his ass with one hand to keep him close to her. If he decided it was too much, she wanted to at least have a chance of stopping him. “I love this.”
His fingers buried in her hair. “God, beautiful, so do I.”
Jorja pressed kisses around his crotch and groin, gently massaged his balls using her tongue, and softly ran the tips of her fingers over his testicles, then ran her nails over his ass cheeks. Each touch dragged growls and sighs from her man.Every sound encouraged her, building the sexual tension between them, daring her to offer him more.
When she could resist the need no more, she licked all the way up, soaking his dick in her saliva. She blew on the wetness she’d created and brushed a kiss to the top of his cock, coating her lips in his precum, and took him into her mouth, making them both sigh.
