21. Chapter 21
twenty-one
“ D id you?” David asked, wanting her to elaborate on how she’d missed him.
She gave him a bashful nod. “There are some things I like about you.”
He laughed. “There are many things I like about you.”
Her eyes with their heavy lashes swept up to his. The heat from when he’d first seen her came back into them, smoldering as she stared at him. “I bet I can name a few.”
He nearly groaned as blood rushed to his groin. “Jenny.” He hadn’t meant physical things, but now that’s all he could think about.
She grinned and leaned up on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw. “This?” As she kissed him, she took his hand in her palm and brought it up to her breast. He let out a harsh breath. “And this?” She placed his other hand to her free breast.
When she pulled back, he stared down at his hands; though she wore a corset, he imagined that he could feel her nipples hardening beneath the stroke of his thumbs.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her chest. Her dress was buttoned all the way up so there was only a sliver of skin but he found it.
After kissing her there, he kissed her neck, his lips seeking her pulse in their need to be close to her.
“Your breasts are only one of my favorite parts of you.”
She laughed. “I bet I can name your favorite. ”
“There is no favorite.” He shook his head. “I love all of you.”
But if pressed, he’d say her mouth. It was the one place forbidden to him and thus the one he wanted above all others. But, also, it was the part of her that was most her . Her mouth teased him and yelled at him and gasped in his ear as he filled her cunt.
She sobered as his words reverberated between them and he finally took stock of the truth of what he’d said.
I love all of you.
Christ, it was true. Panic clawed at his throat. He couldn’t breathe.
“Every part is beautiful,” he added to change course.
It must have worked. She leaned up again and pressed her lips to his jaw.
When she pulled back, her eyes flicked to his mouth and he knew she wanted to kiss him.
He could feel the lure of her need pulling at him.
He almost leaned down, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t cross that barrier until she gave him permission.
He so wanted to earn the right that it was quickly becoming an obsession.
Her expression thoughtful, she ran her palm down his chest, not stopping until she encountered the hard length barely restrained in his trousers. He gritted his teeth and then stifled a groan when she cupped him from underneath.
“Don’t tease me, wife, I can’t bear it.” He hardly recognized his own ragged voice.
She gave him a shy smile. “Then perhaps we should give you some relief.”
He nearly swallowed his own tongue. “Jenny…”
“Close the door.” And then she removed her hand and whirled away from him.
He’d never moved so fast in his life. The door closed with a slam because he wasn’t capable of the control he normally possessed.
His hands were on his buttons, doing their best to divest him of all his bloody clothes.
She perched on the edge of his bed and took her time unfastening the row of pearly buttons down the front of her dress.
He could have watched her all night. She was beautiful and intriguing and there was nothing in the world more interesting to him.
Despite his plea, she did tease him for the next few minutes. He watched her undress by slow degrees—her dress, corset, and camisole, until she was in nothing more than her stockings and drawers. Her heavy breasts stood proudly on her chest and he ached to taste them.
“Come here.” She held out her hand to him.
He’d forgotten to completely undress because he’d been so transfixed. He remedied the situation quickly, pausing to take off his boots so he could relieve himself of his trousers and everything else. She eyed him appreciatively as he made his way to her.
When he stopped before her, she pressed a hand to his chest and switched their positions so he sat on the edge of the mattress and she was before him.
He couldn’t help but touch her waist and lean forward to press a kiss to a pink nipple.
She sighed out a breath and her fingers found their way into his hair to hold him close for a moment before pulling him away.
His mouth literally ached for her, but he relented and sat back.
She smiled at him and sank down before him. “You may not believe this, but I’ve thought about you. Every night, I remembered everything we did.”
He’d been right. She was in this as much as he was. “Jenny,” he whispered.
“I didn’t want to forget any of it…but…I realized…
” Her eyes fixed on his erection standing strong between them.
It jerked in response and somehow got even firmer.
He gritted his teeth again to keep from groaning.
“I didn’t kiss you here, and I wanted to.
” She glanced back up at him as if to gauge his reaction.
As if he’d have any reaction other than a resounding please for the love of God . “May I?”
“Yes.” He barely restrained himself from taking her head between his hands and guiding her onto him.
Curling his fingers into the counterpane, he watched as the tip of her tongue tapped the head of his cock.
He almost shot out of his skin at the hot, slick contact.
He sucked in a deep breath through his nose.
Her hand wrapped around his length, testing how he felt as she tongued at his slit, lapping at the tiny drops of liquid there.
He groaned and had to look away from the erotic sight.
He’d had this done to him countless times but there was something about her that made it seem so much more erotic.
She licked at his piercing and the sensitive skin around it before sucking the head between her lips.
His eyes darted back, unable to not watch himself disappear between her plump lips.
She moved slowly and a little clumsily, her mouth testing him out as she let him in a little deeper, and he was certain she’d never done this before.
Something about that idea pleased him. He liked that he was the one she liked enough to offer such an intimacy.
Opening her eyes, she peered up at him with a mischievous gleam as she tried to take him deeper. A whimper escaped him as he finally moved a hand to the back of her head to help guide her.
“Go only as deep as you feel comfortable,” he managed.
She pulled back for breath but then pulled him in again, taking him a little more but not completely. This time when she pulled off, she asked, “Should I…?” He knew for a fact then that this was all new for her. She stared at him as if he was a puzzle she was trying to figure out.
“Relax your throat.” A pulse beat in his length. “Breathe slowly through your nose.”
She nodded, staring up at him as she took him again .
He groaned at the glide of her tongue. “Apply a bit of suction and slide your tongue on the underside as you’ve been doing.” His voice was coarse and gravelly. “I’m sensitive where the stud is…if you—” He cried out when she stroked him there as she slid off him.
She grinned mischievously and eagerly sank down his length again.
He cradled her head in his hands, guiding her rhythm while letting her decide how deep she was comfortable taking him.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d wanted her like this for so long and now here she was, eager to explore his body and the desire between them.
He’d never dared hope that she’d offer him this tonight.
He’d never thought she’d give in to her curiosity.
She took him deep, all the way to the back of her throat and as she did, she increased the suction.
He closed his eyes in response to the pleasure washing over him and the stars exploding behind his eyes.
He wasn’t ready to spend but he was close.
If she kept this up for much longer, he’d come down her throat.
The very idea of it had him clenching his jaw and pushing the visual away.
He didn’t want to come that way. Not now. Not when he could only have her once.
After a minute more of her careful ministrations, he said, “Enough.”
She paused and slipped off him with a soft popping sound; her lips were puffy and red and dear God, he wanted to see his come dripping from her lips and down her chin. But not now. “Did I do something wrong?” she whispered.
“No, never.” He couldn’t resist touching her mouth, rubbing the pad of his thumb along her soft bottom lip. He wanted her so badly his fingers were trembling. “You’re going to make me spend. I don’t want to yet.”
She grinned and pressed a devious kiss to his tip, dipping her tongue into his slit again.
She traced the sensitive underside with her fingertips and he rolled his hips, which only made her glow with confidence.
Rising to her feet, she untied the ribbon holding her drawers closed and pushed them down over her hips.
He couldn’t look away from the view of her revealing herself to him.
He’d never tire of it…of her. He swallowed at the sight of the triangle of dark brown hair at the apex of her thighs.
Completely nude, she asked, “How do you want me?”
This felt like a dream, except he was certain he’d be more eloquent in a dream. Instead of answering her, he grabbed her and pulled her forward. She giggled at the growl he gave her. She fell on top of him on the bed and he rolled until she was pinned beneath him.
“Like this first,” he said, kissing her neck.