Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
JAMESON
I wanted her.
Fucking hell.
Whatever you think is best.
What I thought was best was her opening those creamy thighs and letting me slip in between them.
What I thought was best was her kissing me again and telling me she’d be mine for real, but there was too much fire in our past. If we looked back on it, all we’d see was ash and devastation.
No way to build a new foundation from it.
I kept all my spinning thoughts to myself as Penelope laid out before me. She’d trusted me with this…I had offered to help her, and she trusted me. I wouldn’t take advantage of that.
“We need to take your shorts off…” I swallowed thickly, unsure how I would even be able to concentrate when she looked the way she did.
With tiny strands of midnight silk kissing her neck, the rest piled on top of her head in a way that made her sexy.
Her lips were pink, wet and puffy as if she’d been biting them.
Her tits were barely concealed by her low hanging tank now that the straps weren’t holding it up.
Fuck me.
Her hands gently bunched at the waist of the shorts, so I moved to help her. Together, we pulled them down and tossed them to the floor. She was in white lace, and the way it rested under her pregnant belly was somehow so fucking hot that I nearly came in my sweats.
“These too,” I rasped, pulling up on the lace at her hip. I was seated next to her and trying to act completely unbothered by the notion that within seconds I would be touching her pussy. Something I had only dreamed about since I was fifteen years old.
She went to drag them down, but I moved, pulling them the rest of the way down her legs.
With the side lamp lit up on the opposite side of the bed, it left enough light to see her.
A flash of bare skin greeted me as she lifted the small triangle of skin under her belly, and her pussy was recently shaved.
I could tell because she’d missed a few places and it made me want to smile.
She was mostly bare, save for a small strip of hair, and a few places she just couldn’t reach.
She was perfect. Completely and utterly perfect.
Using my index finger, I slowly stroked up the line of her slit and then back down.
I could hear her intake a sharp breath, and it only encouraged me.
“I’m not going to use any toy on you, Penelope. I’m not using anything but my fingers to make you come. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It was a rasp, a desperate, filthy plea.
“Lower your arm, push that fabric down and show me those nipples.” My fingers brushed over her slit, slow and soft.
She pushed the burnt orange fabric down, releasing her heavy breasts and I had to withhold a groan of my own.
Rosy nipples and dark areolas pebbled against the cool air.
The heat didn’t get back here until around midnight, but up until then, the room was chilled.
I watched as her hands came up and cupped her breasts, while lowering her gaze so she was watching me. I was already observing her, but with her eyes on me, I skimmed my thumb over her clit, just a small brush.
Her gasp had me biting back a smile. “Did you want a little more pressure, Pen?”
She lifted her hips the smallest bit as a way of answering. I clicked my tongue and continued stroking her ever so lightly.
“Answer me. Do you want me to push inside your tight pussy and fuck you with my hand?”
Her pink mouth parted as her blue eyes seemed to catch fire.
I would brand this image of her in my head forever.
I’d imagine she was mine, and I’d—fuck she practically was mine—I just had to marry her.
Even then, if she had reservations, I could pull her over the line she always drew between us.
I had held back for so many years, even when I knew she wanted me… I still refused her.
I’d done the noble thing. Now, it was my turn.
“Please, Jameson,” she whispered, and then begged, “please.”
I pushed two fingers inside her while my thumb stayed pressed against her clit, rubbing caressing circles.
“Jamie,” she whispered, lifting her hips and trying to chase the pressure of my fingers in her cunt.
I held her knee down as I slid in another finger and pushed deeper.
“Oh my god.” Her breathing was more like a hissing wail, as she tried to boost her hips again, but I held her knee down. My fingers worked her, sliding out and then back in, creating a wet echo in the room.
“You’re already drenched, Pen. So fucking ready to be fucked. I bet all I had to do was breathe on your clit and you’d come for me. Would you like that? For me to blow on your aching pussy?”
Her hips bucked once more, but I held firm.
“Jamie, please.”
“Let me fuck you with my fingers, Pen. You want to fuck my hand, then you need to come at least once for me then you can move, shift, and fuck as deep as you want. You can use me however you want, baby. Fuck, I’ll even let you climb onto my lap and use my cock if you want, but you’ll let me do this first. Just relax. ”
I tilted my wrist, so I had a better angle to slip in three fingers.
Her cunt was soaked, and I fucking loved it.
I stared at the way her tan pussy lips spread wide for me, and that pink clit begged for me to tease it.
My fingers slid in and out of her with ease, creating a sound of slick pleasure that filled the room.
She was drenching the sheet underneath her, but I didn’t care.
It was all I could do not to picture the way it would feel if she was this wet, sliding down on my aching cock.
With a hiss, I increased my movements, my fingers curling inside her while I used my other hand to massage her sensitive core.
“I’m going to lower myself to the bed and play with your clit, Penny. I want you to hold very still, do you understand me?”
Her breathing was labored as she made some sort of agonized groan.
“Jamie, I can’t. I’m so—”
I gripped her ankles and spread them farther apart. I lowered my chest to the bed, until my face was level with her glistening center.
“You can and you will, Pen. Just let me play and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life. Just keep breathing, okay?”
I lifted my head, catching her gaze, while my hands moved up to grip the backs of her thighs. “Tell me you’ll hold on like a good girl and let me play with your clit.”
“Stop talking and I might be able to. Jesus, Jameson.”
Smirking, I returned to lying flat on the bed, pushing her thighs back and then I started lightly blowing against her center while I released her leg and sunk my fingers back into her cunt.
I inched closer, releasing air and then ever so carefully licked her sensitive bud. I didn’t suck it or pull it into my mouth. I fucked her with my fingers and lapped at only her clit. I knew Pen was close, so I curled my fingers inside her and then flicked my tongue across her, once, twice and—
“Jammiiieee.” Penelope erupted, squeezing my head with her thighs as she rode out her orgasm.
I moved my fingers faster, wringing every single ounce of pleasure from her. She was breathing hard, her thighs released my head, but practically fell in on one another as she seemed to lose the ability to keep them up.
I stared at her slit, watching as the white cum coated her puffy pussy lips then I leaned forward and licked up every single drop, groaning in pleasure as I finally tasted her.
So fucking good.
Penny rocked into my mouth, hissing above me, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt we would a thousand percent be doing this again.
“Jamie...” Pen worked to catch her breath.
“That was…the best thing…” She was still catching her breath when I lifted up and sat back on my palm.
Then I used my soaked fingers from fucking her pussy to reach into my sweats to grip my cock.
The mere knowledge that it was her on my fingers now wrapped around my granite length was enough to nearly make me come right there on the spot.
“I’m gonna go take care of this.” I slowly slid my hand up my shaft, and then gripped the base. Penelope was sitting up, pushing the straps of her shirt up while sliding off the edge of the bed.
“Let me…please, Jamie,” she was getting to the floor, and her hands were on my knees, slowly pushing them apart.
I shook my head. “That’s not what this was about…I’m taking care of you.”
Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips as her eyes trailed the tip of my cock and down the length of my shaft. She’d never seen it before…I hated that I wanted her to see it. Hated that I lowered my hand and tilted my hips in a way that would give her a better view.
“I want to,” she whispered, her fingers scrunching the fabric of my sweats. “Please, Jamie…we can take care of each other.”
She leaned forward, her eyes up, watching me as she leaned in and slowly enclosed her hand around the base to ensure I was okay with it. Her face came closer, her eyes still on me as those pretty lips opened and her mouth wrapped around the tip of me.
I hissed with pleasure and let her take control.
Her hand came up to hold the base of my cock, and her mouth slid farther down the column of my shaft until she was so far down, her mouth nearly touched the top of her knuckle where she gripped me.
Her eyes watered the smallest bit as she tried to take more of me, and then she came back up and released me with a pop.
“Fuck,” I bit out, watching as saliva dripped from her bottom lip.
She looked hungry, like this was the one thing she’d been craving.
Her mouth returned to me, and instead of going all the way down, she stopped halfway and began sucking, bobbing her head with a rhythm.
Her tits swayed and bounced as she dipped her head, and then came back up.
It was the best blow job I’d ever had in my entire fucking life.