The back of my neck feels sweaty, and I struggle to keep my sudden erection away from her. I shuffle and twist, but it's still grinding slightly into her side. As my hand moves down her back to grip her sexy round ass firmly, she lets out a gentle, breathy moan that snaps the last thread of my self-control.
“I need to make you come,” I whisper, shifting so we’re lying on our sides on the wide couch, face to face. “Please. I need to watch you let go for me.” My hand moves slowly in a circle around her hip, then her ass, then slowly trails up to the waistband of her jeans. "Of course, we can wait if you like. I might possibly survive a few more days."
Her head falls back as she laughs, giving me the opportunity to drop soft kisses along her throat. "Well, if it's about your survival…" Her fingers tickle along the back of my neck as she leans in, her breasts brushing against my chest. Then she whispers the sexiest words I've ever heard in my life into my ear as a faint blush warms her cheekbones. "Kellan, I need you to make me come."
Her eyes grow hazy and she nods as my thumb flips open the button of her jeans. She helps me, pulling them down a bit so my hand can sneak into her panties.
I swear, just the sound of her breath stuttering could make me come. She's so sexy and sensual as her back arches, moving gently against my hand as I explore her soft skin. My thick fingers part her folds, and I can tell I've found the right spot when her breath catches. My other hand threads into the back of her hair, angling her mouth to mine as my finger lightly grinds delicate circles across her clit.
Jenna unbuttons my shirt to caress my chest, touching as much skin as possible. For a split second, I envision us in my house, waking up naked in each other's arms, able to ravish each other whenever we want.
That's not just a fantasy. That’s going to be our reality. Soon.
My cock is so hard that I swear I would come in her hand if she just gripped it for a moment. I can't let that happen. I angle away so she can spread her legs a bit wider.
"That look in your eyes turns me on so much." My voice is raspy, and I can't stop staring at every perfect detail. The way Jenna's blinks are taking too long. The way she shudders as I spread my fingers, one circling her wet opening, the other still fluttering against her clit. The way the tops of her breasts heave with every ragged breath. "You're my fantasy girl, Jenna. Did you know that?"
"That's ridiculous." She looks at me through half closed lashes. "You don't know all of me yet."
"I know your soul. Your spirit. Your…essence. Whatever they call it."
A deep shiver runs through her, making both my hands tighten. One slips inside her, the other strokes the back of her hair, cradling her head as I bring her lips to mine. The next tremor tightens her pussy around my finger, and I shift my hand so my thumb can take over the careful circling of her clit. Every sigh, every writhing motion of her body in my arms, makes my pulse hammer in my ears.
My lips drift over hers, not quite touching them as I murmur, “It’s too soon to think like this, but I already have huge feelings for you, Jenna.”
She makes a soft sound like a muffled, “Uh huh.”
Oh, damn… Her soft pussy is growing wetter as my finger slips deeper. “You like me touching you right there, beautiful?”
“Yeah.” It’s a faint exhale. Her chest is beginning to rise and fall as she pulls in air and her muscles tense.
“There you go. Mmmm, I can feel this wet pussy gripping me, baby. Feel your warm little clit against my thumb. Are these gorgeous tits gonna shake for me when you come?”
She nods for half a second, then her head falls back with a choppy, ragged moan. I cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss, inhaling her cries as the climax rolls through her. I shift, pulling my free hand to the front to caress her breasts, thumbing her puckered nipples as she twitches through the waves of sensation that look to be shaking her to the core.
My mouth releases hers so Jenna can catch her breath, and she stares at me wide-eyed. “Kellan…” My name is barely a whisper on her lips, deeply erotic.
“Yeah?”
“That was…wild.”
I’m grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen, gorgeous.”
“Mmm.”
Her eyes are hazy as I pull my hand up to suck my finger clean. “Delicious, too.” I sigh happily. "You're so hot," I murmur. "My sweet baby is talented and adorable and funny and hot. All at once."
She slowly pushes herself up. "And my…guy…is crazy talented with his hands. Not to mention some kind of computer genius who is also so adorable that even a temperamental cat loves him."
My eyes narrow as I growl. "Grr. Not adorable. Me big manly man."
"Nope. Adorable. Sorry." She tweaks my nose, then we both roll our eyes when my phone beeps again.
"Maybe you should go before you get into trouble," Jenna says, leaping to her feet and straightening her clothing. "I don't want your brothers to hate me." There’s a hint of tension in her voice. Maybe she’s nervous about meeting new people?
"That would never happen," I chuckle. “It’s really okay if I’m a bit late.”
It takes me another five minutes to kiss my way past her to get to the door. "Dinner tomorrow – I'll pick you up at ten past four?"
