“I don’t think I want you to,” she answered, pressing into him, letting her breasts graze his chest, her stomach feel the hardness of his erection as it pushed into her.
Chad trailed one finger down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to the supple curve of her breast. Warmth rushed through her body, waking her instantly.
“What do you want, Jen?”
She loved it when he called her Jen. It was such a common nickname for people named Jennifer but for some reason, she’d always been Jennie to everyone. Only Chad called her Jen.
She stood on tiptoe and ran her hands up his chest, and around his neck, pulling him down to her mouth.
“You,” she whispered against his lips. “This time, it’s not about forgetting. And it’s not about wanting to stop the pain. This time, it’s about you. I want to be with you. I want to experience every moment, savor every touch, taste, and sensation.”
She wanted to be present as they came together.
She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, one button at a time, loving the way his breath changed as her hands moved over him. Shorter, harsher breaths told the story of her effect on his body.
She felt the intensity of his gaze on her, bringing the heat in her to a boil as her breath began to match his with the quickening she’d come to realize would always happen at his touch.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his chest, hearing a rumbling growl from Chad in response. Her hands traveled greedily and her mouth explored the taut lines of his muscular torso.
And then his hands were on her, and he lifted her swiftly, turning to lay her on the bed as though he couldn’t wait another minute to take her.
She laughed at the thrill of making Chad’s control snap, but her laughter died, replaced with a gasp as he lowered his body over hers. He framed her face with his arms and her mouth, kissing her deeply, intently. She knew what Chad had meant when he’d said he could get lost in her if they kissed. She was lost in him.
He lifted the hem of her shirt and pressed kisses to her stomach, playing lazily back and forth on the few inches of skin he’d exposed above the waistline of her pants.
Jennie felt like every nerve ending in her skin was hypersensitive somehow. Even the slightest touch sent her reeling and moaning, and wanting more. So much more.
Chad gradually pushed her shirt up, taking his time to reach the bottom slope of her breasts. He kissed and nuzzled, letting his lips trail over the lace of her bra, teasing and taunting until she thought she would scream.
Every inch of her body tingled now, as if it cried out for more from him and Jennie knew she’d be reduced to begging if he kept up this maddeningly slow pace.
His mouth was hot when it closed around one nipple as his hand teased her other breast. She couldn't believe how incredibly turned on she was and she didn’t even have her clothes off yet.
He sat her up and slipped her shirt over her head. He kissed the inside of her wrist, the curve at the inside of her elbow, then her shoulder. Each kiss ratcheted Jennie’s body to new heights of arousal.
He laid her back on the bed and began to remove her yoga pants, sliding them down her hips and thighs at a painfully tortuous pace.
Each inch of skin he revealed was laced with kisses or nips or soft breaths of hot air before he continued. Each inch of skin he revealed was set on fire.
When her pants landed on the chair, he sat on the edge of the bed and took one of her feet into his lap. His fingers grazed over her ankles as he slipped her sock off. One hand slid up her leg, caressing, sending her body trembling. The other hand took hold of her other foot and slipped the sock off.
Jennie watched in awe. How did he make removing her socks so incredibly sensual? And how did he have the control to do this? Her body shook with need as Chad slipped his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her hips, settling his mouth between her legs.
She knew she was already swollen, slick, and wet when his tongue touched her. He circled and swirled, teasing her, building pleasure with every second.
“Chad,” Jennie whispered on a moan.
“Mmm hmm?” he murmured, his lips against her labia, driving her wild.
“I need...”
“Mmmmmm?” He murmured against her hot flesh, almost sending her flying. “What is it that you need, Jen?”
“To feel…to feel you, Chad. To feel everything.”
He slid two fingers inside her in answer and she felt her muscles clench around him, pulsating and tight. He slipped them out then pressed in again, his mouth on her clitoris, sending her over the edge.
He drew out her orgasm, letting her feel every sensation, every emotion, every sensual delight he brought upon her. She didn’t think she’d ever come down from the sheer pleasure.