He’s not going easy on me, but I know he could do worse. “Does this place have a bed?” I beg as he licks a path between my breasts.
He smiles against my chest, kissing my skin. “More like a mattress in the middle of the floor.”
“Perfect.”
He laughs, lifting me effortlessly as he stands, but then he sets me lightly on my feet. “I’d carry you chivalrously up the stairs, but I’m afraid a board will give out.”
“That’s okay.” I back away from him towards the staircase, letting my top fall down my legs. His gaze is heavy on my naked chest until my fingers play at the waistband of my shorts.
“Let me,” he pleads, dropping to his knees in front of me to replace my hands with his own. My shorts slide down my thighs, and he moans as he admires my nakedness for the first time.
“Everything you imagined?” I breathe as his face hovers inches from my soaked center.
“Better.” His tongue swipes up my slit, and my knees nearly give out. “So much better.”
He buries his head between my thighs, and I have to grip the banister to keep myself from collapsing. But he’s devouring me, and the pleasure building in my core is stealing strength from the rest of my body.
His big hands lower me to the steps, continuing his assault on my clit as he squeezes my ass. When his tongue penetrates me, my vision blurs.
It doesn’t matter that I’m butt naked on a dusty staircase; all I care about is Jensen Hayes between my thighs.
My hips jerk, and I know I’m close when he sucks my clit between his lips and tugs. “Oh my God, yes,” I cry, thrusting against his face for more.
His fingers grip my thighs roughly, spreading my legs wider as he tastes every inch of me, licking every fold and crease, fucking my pussy with his tongue, and teasing the entry of my ass.
He’s taking every part of me for himself, and I’m completely at his mercy. He can have anything he wants from me, but I’m a burning ball of need, and I want to cum so desperately I could cry.
“Please, I’m dying, please,” I beg, tugging at his hair, but he doesn’t relent, swirling his tongue into my pussy again as if he can’t get enough. His fingers open my lips wide as he dips his tongue into my hole over and over, fucking me with it, and trying to go deeper with every thrust.
Then he pushes a finger inside, and my eyes roll back. “Jensen,” I plead, letting my head fall back onto the steps.
He goes slow, adding another finger, reveling in exploring me for the first time. His mouth dances over my clit, making love to it with his tongue, and my eyes flutter as each wave of pleasure builds higher, bringing me closer to the brink.
He’s torturing me, and it’s only fueling my addiction to him. My need to have all of him is consuming me.
Just when I think he’s going to push me to the edge and give me what I want… He pulls back, sliding his finger through my folds and disrupting the momentum he had.
“You did that on purpose,” I accuse, whining at him.
“I’ve waited a long time for this, Olive.” Hesqueezes the globe of my ass roughly as he bites my inner thigh. “Let me play.”
“You have the rest of our lives to play.” He groans in pleasure at my words, and it vibrates against my sensitive flesh. “I want to cum on your face.”
“Never thought I’d get to hear those words.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head as I moan in relief.
But when I blink them open, trying to watch his head between my thighs, I have to blink multiple times before I realize my eyes are open, but the lights are gone.
There weren’t a ton of lights on in the house, but now it’s nearly pitch black.
“I hope you’re not afraid of the dark,” he murmurs against my thigh when he notices the storm has taken the electricity out.
“Not when you’re with me.”
“Maybe it’s me you should be afraid of.” He bites me, and I giggle. “I have a couple of candles in the bedroom.”
“Sounds romantic.” I scoot away from him slowly, as his hands drag the length of my legs.
“Are you trying to get away from me, dove?” His hand grips my ankle before I’ve made it even three steps higher.
