She whips her dress off over her head, and it lands on the floor just behind her. I grasp her ass and pull her to me, my mouth on her pussy as I begin to devour her. I lick her everywhere, slip my finger deep inside her, and she bucks against me, a tiny cry falling from her lips. Her hands fall to my head, her fingers sliding in my hair as I continue to lick and suck.
She tastes amazing. I fuck her with two fingers, my tongue flicking her clit, teasing her. She twists against my face, seeming at war within herself.
Get closer because it feels so damn good? Or move away because it’s too intense?
Closer wins. I can’t stop licking her, and she starts to tremble. She’s close. I’ve done this enough, made her come enough times, to know her tells. She’s moaning, her voice low, like she’s trying not to be too loud for fear we could get caught, and I’m reminded of the time in my car. How exciting that had been, knowing someone could come upon us at any moment. Or in the hall at City Lights. Anyone could’ve walked in on us, and we still went at it, like we had no control.
That’s my problem. When I’m with Jensen like this, I have no control. None. She seems to feel the same way.
I grip her ass tighter, increasing my speed, licking and sucking her clit, drawing it between my lips. She grinds against my mouth, her entire body going tense, inhaling sharply, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
“Oh God,” she says in anguish as she shudders and shakes, her orgasm completely taking over her body. I hold on to her, slowing my movements, watching as she completely falls apart. Her hips buck hard against my face, once. Twice. Until the orgasm finally seems to stop.
Jensen pulls away from me and falls onto the bed, sagging into the mattress. I watch her, enthralled with her naked body, those long, long legs and her pretty breasts. Her body is gorgeous. Everything about her is gorgeous.
And she’s mine. All mine.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she murmurs, making me laugh.
“No, you’re trying to kill me.” I rise to my feet, pointing at the tent in my pants.
She sits up, her breasts gently swaying. “I can take care of that for you.”
“I’m sure you can.” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand and realize I need to wash my face and hands, stat. I head for the adjoining bathroom. “But we don’t have time for that. We need to go back to the party.”
I switch on the light and go to the sink, turning the water on. After I wash my hands, I splash water on my face, staring at my reflection. I look happy, despite the downright painful erection and the bullshit going on with my brother and Diane. I am happy. Life is good.
Jensen makes my life better.
Drying my face and hands, I reenter my old bedroom to find Jensen has slipped her dress back on, all traces of the woman who came all over my face gone. Only the flush in her cheeks is a tiny remnant of what just happened between us.
“You had your own bathroom too?” she says when she sees me. “Talk about spoiled.”
I laugh, pulling her into my arms and giving her a quick kiss. “Let’s go find Addie and wish her a happy birthday.”
“And then we can go back to your place?” she asks hopefully.
Nodding, I kiss her again. “Definitely.”
We find Addie as she’s walking into the house, summoned by Diane, who wants her to come inside and get ready to cut the cake. Soon everyone crowds around the dining room table, where Addie’s triple-tier cake covered in bright pink frosting sits in the middle, and we all sing “Happy Birthday” to her. Jensen remains in my arms the entire time, seemingly content, singing loudly and cheering when Addie blows out all the candles in one breath.
After the cake cutting and sharing a too-sweet piece of cake, we wander the house, chatting with the few people I recognize, but otherwise, everyone here is either a work associate of my father’s or a friend of Addie’s.
As in, Jensen and I are bored out of our minds, and we want to leave.
“I need to use the bathroom, and then we’ll go?” she suggests.
Nodding, I rub her lower back before patting her butt. “Sounds perfect. I’m ready to get out of here.”
She smiles. “Me too.”
I watch her walk away, a view I never seem to grow tired of. I can’t wait to get her home and get her naked in my bed. That’s all I want to do for the rest of the night…
“I figured it out.”
Turning, I find Park standing there with a smirk on his face. “You figured what out?”
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