Jenna
The smirk on hisface is presumptuous. Like he knows exactly what’s about to happen, and he’s down for every part of it.
His towel drops, pooling around his feet, cock completely erect as it rests against his stomach. My mouth is salivating, desperate to take every part of him in whatever way I can.
I begin with his mouth.
Kissing him softly, nibbling at his bottom lip, while his hands move from the back of my head, to resting freely by his sides.
“Snow,” he croaks out as my kiss moves from his lips, dotting his jaw, and across his collarbone. “Don’t do this if you’re going to change your mind,” he warns me, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath my hand as it trails down his skin.
“I won’t.” It’s a promise I say with a shake of my head. Because I have no plan on stopping any of this until we both go our separate ways and never see each other again.
I pepper kisses down his chest, covering every rippled ab until I’m on my knees completely. I’m still fully clothed, while he’s wearing nothing but water droplets.
Sliding the straps down my arms, he moans when he sees my black, laced bra, and his dick twitches against the side of my mouth as I kiss next to it.
Gripping the middle of his cock, I watch as his hands turn into fists by his side while he fights the urge to touch me, allowing me to be fully in control. I stroke him back and forth, from his tip to the base. When I open my mouth, I take him slowly. “Dammit,” he whispers, his hand sliding the other strap over my shoulder, and I pull it all the way down. My nipples are barely covered by the sheer fabric, and my stomach is now on full display.
I take his cock down the back of my throat, gagging slightly when I can’t take him any further, and his knees slightly buck.
“Should we take this to your bedroom?” I ask, leaning back onto my heels, wiping the corners of my mouth with my fingertips.
He nods, gripping the back of my head, dragging me to my feet, and our mouths crash together.
He tries to lift me, but I shake my head against his in response, knowing it’ll dampen the confidence I’ve found if he were to make any sort of grunt or sound of struggle in his attempt.
He doesn’t fight me on it or ask why, and at this moment, I’m grateful.
His hands eagerly search my skin until he lands on the button of my jeans right as we enter his bedroom door. I slam it shut behind us as he reaches for the light to turn it off and darken the space, but I shove him onto the bed and say, “Leave it.”
He tilts his head to the side, eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “I thought you felt—”
“I do, but somehow I feel comfortable around you. Don’t question it.”
He pretends to zip his mouth shut, raising his hands in the air before resting them behind him onto the bed.
His lips are red from overuse, and his eyes are darker than ever as they rake over my body, watching as I slowly shimmy out of my black jeans until I step out of them.
“God dammit, you’re perfect,” he whispers, and his compliment sends tingles up my spine. His tongue swipes back and forth across his bottom lip, and for the first time in my life, I believe it.
At least, I believe that he believes it.
His eyes move up my legs, across my stomach to my chest, lingering on my lips before meeting my gaze. “Come here,” he tells me, and I take a step closer until our knees touch.
Shoving him back down onto the bed, I lean on top of him, kissing my way back up his chest until our lips meet again. His hands glide up and down the sides of my thighs, and he traces the waistband of my black lace thong before sliding it down my legs. I shudder above him.
“Condom?” I ask, and his hand whips to his night stand beside us, blindly opening the drawer and pulling out a brand new box.
“Do you think twelve will be enough?” he asks with a chuckle, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “Because I feel like I should’ve bought the bigger box.”
Laughing, I take it out of his hands, forcing myself upright while my bare pussy rests against his uncovered cock, and all I want to do is rock back and forth.
Ripping the packet open, I take one out and throw it onto his chest, hover above him, and watch as he slides it down his erection. The moment it’s on, I guide my body up, slip him inside of me, and everything I’d felt leading up to this moment completely vanishes.
Gone.
We moan in unison when I dig my nails into his chest and his arms, our foreheads crashing together. Steadying myself on top of him, I don’t move until I’m a little more comfortable with the way he stretches me. “Are you OK?” he asks, his large hand gliding up my hips until they reach my breasts, tweaking my nipples through the lace.
