He breaks our kiss and cradles my face with his hands. His eyes search mine, and he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re beautiful. How the hell are you not already taken?”
I run my finger over his lips. “Maybe I’m too much of a handful for just one man.”
“Perhaps whoever tried wasn’t enough of a man to know how to handle you right.”
I grin at him and pull his face back to mine. Brushing my lips over his, I say, “I get the feeling you’re a smooth talker, Jett.”
A laugh escapes his mouth, and his eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’ve been accused of that before, sweetheart, but don’t let it turn you off.” He moves to whisper in my ear. “I’d really like to help get you started on your new addiction.”
As he moves his face back away from mine, I say, “I don’t give a fuck if you’re a smooth talker. Sweet-talk me all you like, so long as you back it up with an orgasm or two.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Only two?”
“Well, feel free to give me more. I won’t complain.” I give him a wink and then reach for his belt and undo it. A moment later, I’ve got his jeans undone and am stroking his cock while watching his eyes close with pleasure.
“Fuck…feels good,” he groans.
I bend and take him in my mouth. This man is well endowed, and I’m consumed with lust. Usually I like to draw sex out, make it last, but tonight I’m rushing to the finish line. I need him inside me. Now.
As my desire takes over, I stand, push his jeans down and rip his shirt off. His eyes snap open as he kicks his jeans to the side. “Someone’s eager,” he murmurs.
I’m not even slowing down. My top is off faster than he can blink, and my shoes and pants follow soon after. And then I’m standing before him in my underwear, almost panting with need. I trail my fingers down his chest, taking in the tattoos covering his body. There’s hardly an inch of him not tattooed, and as much as I’d love to stand here discovering what they all are, I don’t have time for that tonight. No, tonight is all about getting as many orgasms out of him as possible. “We’re in for a long night,” I promise.
“I’m down with that.”
“I thought you might be.”
He reaches out and slips his hand inside my bra, pushing the cup aside so my breast is exposed. His thumb rubs my nipple, and a moment later, his mouth is on me, sucking, licking and gently biting. As he pushes the other cup out of the way so he is holding both my breasts, he asks, “You know what they call women with tits like yours?”
“No, enlighten me.”
Looking up at me, he says, “Dangerous.”
“Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”
Straightening so his face is close to mine, he slides one hand around my neck and grips me there while his other hand cups my cheek and his thumb rubs over my lips. He brings his lips to mine and lightly kisses me. When he speaks, his voice is growly and sends delicious sensations to my core. “Really. Tits like these have been known to make a man do stupid things. We lose all fucking reason when we see them, and to hold and taste them, well fuck, that just sends us over the edge, sweetheart.” He pauses and his eyes hold mine for a moment. They’re speaking to me, silently. They’re flashing desire and telling me how much he wants me. “Pretty fucking dangerous,” he adds before leaning in to kiss me again.
I’m consumed by his kiss and his need. I have the same need. As he kisses me, I push his boxers down and then move my hands to take my panties off, but he has other ideas, and his hands are on mine, stopping them. I break the kiss and give him a questioning look. “You don’t want them off?”
“I do, but I will have that honour,” he answers me and then hooks his fingers in my panties and begins to slowly pull them down.
I watch in pleasure as he begins to lay kisses down my body and then kneel in front of me. He removes my panties and then stills, taking me in. His eyes on my pussy do amazing things to me, and I tingle with anticipation. If his eyes can do that, I know I’m in for a hell of a treat when he gives me his mouth.
When he takes his first taste of me, I sway a little, and his strong hands grip my legs, steadying me. He holds me as he runs his tongue from one end of my pussy to the other, and it’s a good thing he does because I’m experiencing a heady rush of hunger. I’m not sure my legs would hold me up without his help. And then he pushes his tongue inside and my mind explodes with light and my body pulses with ecstasy.
I grip his hair and moan. Wild lust courses through me. I can hardly hold myself together as he works his magic with his tongue, and I know it won’t take long for him to bring me to orgasm. His hands glide up my legs to hold my ass, and as he grips me there, it’s almost like he’s trying to pull me closer to him. It’s not possible, though; Jett has his face buried in my pussy as deep as he can. He’s got talents a woman can only dream of and I’m disappointed this will only be a one-night stand. I’d like to sample these talents again.
When he stops what he’s doing, I want to push his face back to me. I’m about to beg him to keep going when he asks, “Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?”
“No, but I’ll believe you so long as you keep tasting me.”
His eyes remain on mine as he begins to massage my clit with his
finger. “I wasn’t sure if you might prefer my finger to my tongue.”
Oh good god, he’s going to drive me insane with lust. “That’s a hard choice. Maybe you should decide.”
His eyes sparkle with mischievous delight. “Mmmm . . . let me see.” His finger is inside me a second later, and I close my eyes as I let the sensations wash over me. “Feel good?” he asks.