“Well then, I bet you’re going to get even hornier with all of that thunder and lightning going on out there.” A clap of thunder sounded the second he finished speaking, putting the perfect cap on his statement.
“I guess so.” Her hands slid down his back, lower, past his waistband until they landed on his butt. A mighty fine and firm butt, she might add. She gave it a little squeeze. “What are you going to do about it?”
Brett grinned, the sight of it turning her inside out, and she knew she was in
for a wild ride tonight. “That sounds like a challenge if I’ve ever heard one.”
Jenna gasped, her hands falling away from him when he lifted her with ease and set her on the edge of the bathroom countertop. She spread her legs, and he stepped between them, so close but yet not close enough.
When his mouth took hers once more, she gave in with a sigh. Slipped her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his silky, still damp hair. He nudged closer, she swore she felt the rub of his erection against her belly and she scooted up, her butt teetering on the edge of the counter just so she could make sure that was really all him.
And man oh man, did it feel big.
Jenna fit into his arms perfectly. Her lush mouth tasted as sweet as she smelled, and he loved how she touched him. As if she couldn’t get enough of him.
Brett felt the same way.
He devoured her mouth, his tongue thrusting again and again against hers. She clutched him close, her lower body nudging against his, and his cock stiffened, more than eager to come out and play.
Down, boy.
He hadn’t lied when he told her he’d never done something like this before. Something so spontaneous, so off the cuff, so outrageous. Ah, he liked his kink in the bedroom, but he usually saved that up for someone he’d known for a while. Someone he could trust.
This woman was a stranger, yet he felt more comfortable with her than any other woman he could think of. He couldn’t stop kissing her, drinking from her lips, allowing his hands to wander and search. She wore way too much clothing, the sweater and pants hindering his exploration, and he wondered if she’d be offended if he slipped his hand beneath her sweater.
Second base…
He decided to test it out and see.
A sly hand slipped beneath the right side of her sweater, his fingers encountering warm, soft skin. He pressed into her flesh, savoring the womanly give before he slipped his hand up, up until he discovered lace. As in her bra.
She inhaled sharply, and his hand paused in its exploration. Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes as he very carefully rested his hand against the curve of her breast. She filled his palm. He felt the poke of her hard nipple through the thin lace, and her eyelids fluttered as he gave a gentle squeeze.
“They’re really sensitive,” she admitted, her voice small.
He squeezed again, his thumb strumming her nipple, and she sunk her teeth into her lower lip. “Maybe I should take your shirt off and check them out.”
Her eyes widened the slightest bit. “Maybe you should.”
Reluctantly he let go of her breast, but his eager fingers went to the hem of her sweater, which he yanked with probably too much force. She lifted her arms, and he pulled the sweater from her body, up and over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
She sat on the edge of the counter in just her pants and bra, her upper body trembling as if she might be cold. The lace was a pale, icy blue, he saw the rose pink of her nipples peeking through and his mouth watered, wanting a taste.
“Pretty,” he murmured as he allowed his fingers to trace the edge of the lacy cups. Her skin was smooth, creamy and gooseflesh pebbled along her chest. He was both in the mood to tease and in the mood to just fuck her brains out, and he wondered which she would prefer.
A combination of both, perhaps? Just the thought of plunging himself into the hot, wet depths of her pussy had his cock hardening into a spike. Never had he been so anxious for the actual deed before. He normally liked to take his time, explore the woman’s body, hope like hell she’d explore his body as well before he finally went for the main course.
This woman made him anxious, eager. Beyond ready to bury his cock deep inside her so he could feel that connection. He wanted to make her come, wanted to hear her scream his name when he did and when it was all over, he wanted to do it again.
Shaking his head, he marveled at his thoughts.
He was thinking like an obsessed crazy man.
So instead of thinking he started doing. Like cupping her breasts in both hands and earning a muffled groan from her. He drew circles about her nipples, closer and closer until he brushed the little nubs with the tips of his fingers and he was certain she was aching for his mouth. Putting her out of her misery, he drew one sweet little nipple between his lips and sucked, lace and all. She whimpered, her hands sinking into his hair, holding him to her and he gave the other nipple the same thorough treatment.
Jenna was panting by the time he finished and he unhooked her bra, slid the silky straps from her shoulders so that her breasts were completely revealed. They were perfect, more on the small side but they still filled his hands, and her nipples were damp and glistening from his oral attention.
His cock jerked at the sight of her naked chest, and he bent his head to lick, lapping his tongue across her nipples, sucking first one then the other deep into his mouth. She jerked against him and gave a little groan, her hands so tight in his hair it hurt, but he didn’t stop. He wanted to lavish as much attention on her chest as he could before he acted like some sort of caveman and tore her pants off just to get inside her.