Chapter Three
He looked up, and as his gaze devoured me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, the naughtiest grin I’d ever seen slid over his face. “My God, Jenny, you were so beautiful growing up you made me ache, but now—now you’re beyond exquisite.”
“Robbie,” I said, placing my hands on the hard balls of his shoulders. “You don’t have to say that, I’ve seen who else you’ve dated—”
“None of them compare, none of them come close to you.” His voice deepened. “Do you know why?” He slid his big hands from my ankles to my knees.
“No,” I said in a shaky voice as he exerted gentle pressure and eased my legs apart.
“Because not only are you stunning on the outside, I know you’re beautiful on the inside too, in the very depths of your soul.” He tickled his fingers up my inner thighs.
I licked my lips, swollen from our hard kisses, and watched their progress.
“You’re beautiful right down to the core,” he said, watching his fingers move over my pale flesh. “Sweet and caring, truthful and pure, and I can’t believe I was so stupid to let you go. I can assure you…” he trailed his finger into the soft folds of my pussy and I let out a small whimper of need, “I won’t be letting you go again, not ever.”
He urged my legs wider with his shoulders, dipped his head between my legs and planted a long, hot kiss on top of my little fuzz of blonde pubic hair. I hardly dared to hope he’d do what only he had ever done to me.
“You remember how much you used to like me worshipping you like this?” he asked, stroking his thumb over my clit, teasing it from its hood.
“Yes, yes I do,” I whispered, resting my hands on top of his head. His hair was still damp from the shower.
“Then lie back and enjoy,” he said in a voice that was smoky and rich with desire. “I know I’m going to.”
Oh God, he was going to do that. I let the cool, soft sheets envelop my back as the song about sexed-up party animals ended and ‘Jenny’came on. I was Jenny; this song was about me. I looked up at the reflection on the mirrored ceiling. For a moment I was shocked to see myself sprawled wantonly on the big bed. My hair was spread out like a fan, my small breasts tight and pale. Between my legs was Robbie’s head, shockingly dark against my creamy skin tones and the light silver of the duvet. Then his broad back and wide shoulders filled the space where my legs folded to the floor. Even hunched over, he looked so much bigger than me.
I tensed as Robbie’s tongue began to explore where his fingers had left off. Stroking my soft, damp flesh and delving into every crease and fold. I let out a moan and arched my back as his tongue finally tangled with my clit. His fingers joined in, searched out my entrance and pushed up to the knuckle. “Robbie,” I gasped and pressed down for more, suddenly desperate for it, desperate for that filling sensation.
Still I kept my eyes open, watching him, watching us as his voice ricocheted around the room, singing about his shattered heart and his broken dreams.
Jenny, oh Jenny
I’m still here, still waiting, still aching
No one else has ever compared
He picked up the pace with his tongue, swirling and laving at my clitoris. Warm, liquid silkiness collected in my pussy, coating his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me. My hips ground against the mattress, and his other hand steadied me, holding my hipbone firmly.
Oh, Jenny
I’m here, still waiting
Still breaking my heart over youuuuuuuuu.
“That’s too good,” I groaned, willing my eyes to stay open and carry on looking at our reflection. The towel had slipped from his waist and I could see the first outlines of his sweet butt as he knelt before me. His left shoulder was moving, shifting in time with the delicious filling sensations he was giving me. He’d slid his other hand to my stomach and his head dipped in time with the growing pressure in my clit. “I’m going to come,” I moaned as a climax hurtled toward me.
He upped the pace and I became mindless. The only thing I could think of was the pressure building to the point of glorious release. Heat pooled in my pelvis and radiated to my fists as I clenched the sheets. I rolled my toes into the carpet and lifted them like a ballerina on points. I opened my mouth to scream as ecstasy claimed me but no sound came out. It was too fast, too intense, and demanded all of my energy for those few sweeter-than-sweet seconds. Each luscious wave rolled through me as I convulsed around his fingers and onto his face. I was so wet, dripping wet, and so swollen and utterly possessed by him. By Robbie. My Robbie.
I moaned, low and guttural, and shifted away from him.
His fingers slid from me and he kissed his way up my stomach. He knew after I came on his tongue I couldn’t cope with any more stimulation for a few minutes at least. It was too intense.
Lightheaded, my pulse wild in my ears, I looked up at his long body stretching over mine, covering mine. “I haven’t forgotten how you like that,” he said, giving a satisfied smile through moisture-laden lips.
“I think your memory is just fine.” My voice was deep and dreamy even to my own ears. It had been a long time since I’d come with Robbie’s tongue and I didn’t recall it being that good. Of course it probably had been, but, boy, was it nice to be reminded.
“We should celebrate,” he said, pressing a wet kiss to my left nipple, which stuck up like a tight bead.
“I thought we were.”