Chapter 7
KELLAN
Ireally like having Jenna in my home. Of course it's too soon to picture her living here, but that doesn’t make me stop thinking about it. A lot.
We settle on the couch, and I'm happy when she cuddles right into my arms.
"It's so relaxing here," she says. "Like stepping into vacation land or something." Her fingers gently walk up and down my chest. "Maybe because this place is so huge it makes me think of a resort."
"Perhaps I designed this entire home to make you relax," I chuckle. "Sure, I didn't know you yet, but maybe I felt in my bones or something."
My palms spread across her lower back and around her hip, pulling her firmly against me and making her skirt ride up. "Maybe I knew that a gorgeous, sweet girl was going to appear and need me to be her…" My eyebrow arches sharply. "Professional relaxer?"
Her laugh is adorable. "Oh, is that your position? You're a one-man spa?"
"Why not?"
I slowly unfasten the few buttons at the front of her dress. I slide my hand in, darting low, then up over her ribs, watching her carefully. Jenna smiles and gives me a small nod as my fingers slip under her bra. Her skin is dewy soft, each touch making my cock pulse with desire.
"Maybe my specialty spa treatment should include a massage…"
Her lovely eyes dance as she holds back a giggle. "What kind of massage did you have in mind? Swedish? Hot oil?"
My fingers gently caress the underside of her breast. By the time my thumb skims across her nipple, it's tight and pointed, and Jenna's lips part, her eyes wide with arousal.
“You look so delicious right now. I think I need to massage your pussy with my tongue.”
The look in her gaze shifts rapidly from a twinge of nervousness to a delighted sparkle to a sultry burn. “Are you serious?”
“All I need you to do is nod.”
Her chin moves up and down slowly, then I drop to my knees in front of her. I spread her legs, hitching up her skirt slowly as my lips drift along her inner thighs. My dream girl bites her lip, watching in fascination as I run my thumbs along the center of her panties.
Jenna helps me by lifting her hips so I can pull her panties down and off her smooth, toned legs. Then she laughs as I fold them carefully, setting them on the cushion beside her.
From the way Jenna trembles slightly, her nipples pointing straight through her thin bra, I get the distinct impression this is the first time she’s being intimate with a man. Good. My inner caveman needs to be the only guy for her. Ever.
My palms scoop under her knees to pull her hips forward as she leans back with a delicate sigh. I reach out to unbutton the entire front of her dress, pulling her breasts out of the lacy cups of her bra and admiring her deep pink nipples.
Then I spread her legs wide, rolling her skirt up her stomach to admire her luscious pink pussy.
Leaning in, I breathe across her skin, watching her clit swell as I drag my fingertip across it.
The quick but visible shudder that runs through her turns my cock to stone.
My gaze shifts back and forth between her lush tits and her soft pink folds.
I’m surging with need, but this moment is all about Jenna's pleasure, not mine. My breath mists across her sensitive skin again, then I extend my tongue to lap slowly through her crease.
I take my time, letting us both enjoy the moment.
My left hand slides up to cup her breast, thumb flicking across her nipple.
My right palm massages her inner thigh again, then slides up so I can part her folds.
Her clit is swelling even more, and as I run my tongue around it, Jenna shudders hard, her fingers spearing through the back of my hair.
"That's it, beautiful. Pull me as hard as you want. Just come on my tongue."
Her perfect lips part as she nods, gasping slightly as my tongue runs around her button. Her rose-tipped breasts rise and fall with every shaky breath, then I hear a long, drawn-out moan as my tongue gently drags straight across her clit.
She's so wet that my finger slips inside easily. After a moment of stroking, I add another finger, reveling in how warm and tight she is. Jenna licks her lips, her spine arching as she gradually begins to rock against my mouth.
Every shudder, every sigh is just so disarmingly honest. Real. She is completely open to this experience, totally focused on being closer to each other.
I'm falling so hard for this beautiful woman. The pressure across my chest radiates and twists, reminding me of what I've known from the beginning.
Jenna is mine. She's the one. I think I might already be in love with her.
Even if my dick might never forgive me for ignoring the insane lust that I'm forcing myself to stifle.
"Delicious," I hum, pinching her nipple lightly as I stroke my thick fingers inside her faster.
Her inner walls are hugging my finger, as if she wants me deeper. When our eyes meet, Jenna whimpers, her hips shifting on the couch, her breath uneven.
"That's it, gorgeous," I grit out, not wanting to slow my pace for even a second. “So sexy riding my tongue. Let me see you let go, baby."
She shifts again, her back arching even more as her hips rock. Her sex is growing wetter as my fingers slide deeper, enabling me to move faster. Soon Jenna is panting with every quick stroke, every long lap of my tongue straight across her swollen button.
I watch transfixed as her stomach tightens, thighs gripping my shoulders as it seems as if her breath freezes. I want to tell her how lovely she looks right now – eyes bright, cheeks flushed, hair tangled across the back of the couch. Want to tell her how I'm going to remember this moment forever.
My own lust is twisting up and down my spine, begging for release. Whenever she says it’s the right time, it's going to be difficult to control myself.
Her delicate fingers fist the back of my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against her. I lick harder, fucking her almost roughly with my fingers, squeezing her breast as her eyes roll back in her head.
Her entire body spasms, twitching, then she dips her chin down and stares into my eyes, her mouth falling open. Her weak scream is a choke of breath, then she sputters in what almost sounds like utter disbelief.
I lick faster and pump harder until she collapses, exhausted. Then I remove my fingers, suck them clean, and gently lick all over her soft pussy.
Jenna grins as I unfold her panties and help her step back into them. With an arm around her back, I help her stand and shimmy them up, then pull her into my lap.
"Wow," she breathes. "I never had a massage like that before."
I want to tell her that as soon as she moves in with me, it's how we’ll be starting every morning. A balanced breakfast of coffee, orange juice, Jenna's hot pussy, then maybe an omelet.
Jenna’s phone chooses that moment to ping, so I jump up and bring her purse over. I hate that her face falls when she reads the screen. "Oh. Aunt Bernie is coming home early. She's on her way now."
"Okay. Want to take some taco salad home to have for breakfast in the morning?"
Jenna looks at me strangely, then smiles. "No, but thank you. I love how you don't seem disappointed that I can't…you know. Stay over tonight or whatever."
"Baby, I don't ever want to assume. Of course I hope you'll stay over soon, but we're making this up as we go along, right?"
"Right."
After we get into the truck, Jenna makes a sour face as she reads a few more messages.
"Anything wrong?"
Her head shakes. "I don't know yet – no, it's fine."
I can tell by her tone that it is definitely not fine. "Are you in a rush, or do we have half an hour to do a tour of some of the roads to the north?"
"Sure, I have time."
We begin driving, with Jenna marking any potholes or patches of rough road, accompanied by the sounds of an old car horn, a snazzy drum beat, and a loud cartoon water splash.
"Wait, we don't have to turn west here," she says excitedly. "The ones on that road are already marked!"
"My brothers have been driving around to test it most of the day. Do you think the app is smooth enough for public use?"
"Totally ready for release. Besides, if it freezes up on one person, they can hardly get mad. Like, they’re not paying for it, right?"
"Good point."
We approach her aunt's house, Jenna's spine stiffening as she cranes forward to peer at the driveway. There's only her small light blue car there.
I park on the street, then squeeze her knee. "She's not home yet. Were you worried that I wasn't going to be able to sneak a good night kiss?"
Jenna smiles, but her eyes are still tense. I hate that she isn't ready yet to tell me what’s going on, although I realize that trust takes time. Revealing your entire life to someone has to happen gradually.
I walk Jenna to the door. She unlocks it, then leans against the frame. "May I see you again tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yeah." Her eyes are still cloudy. "I'll have to work most of the day processing these photos, but dinner, perhaps?"
"Sure. Just text me with a time."
I lean back, looking up and down the quiet street. Nobody coming. She smiles, then I catch her lips in a slow, sultry kiss. She melts against me, her fingers gripping the back of my shoulders as I cuddle her to me.
"Baby," I murmur softly, pulling away slightly. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
Jenna steps back, examining my eyes uncertainly. "Maybe tomorrow."
"Okay. No problem. And you can text me anytime."
She smiles, then I kiss her again before squeezing her ass. "Now get this hot little behind inside before it gets chilly."
She reaches up to tap my nose, then lets her hand slide down the front of my chest. "See you tomorrow."
"Bye, gorgeous."
I take one of the outer back roads home, driving very slowly so I can record any potholes safely.
My mind is spinning, wondering what is up with Jenna and her family.
There was such a dark tone in her voice when she said her stepfather's name. She’s clearly walking on eggshells around him for fear of being kicked out of the house before she’s ready.
I want to rush in and make all her problems disappear. Be her knight in shining armor. But it's too soon for me to be doing things like that. First, I need Jenna to know and trust me enough to share her problems.