Taking A Shot

“Lift, babe.”


She sat up and he lifted the shirt over her head. He had her back in his arms right away, her breasts bared. Now he could play, could lift her in his arms and flick his tongue over her nipple, could lick and suck them until he heard the sweet gasps and whimpers she made.

Oh, yeah, he liked listening to her, liked feeling her wriggle against him as she turned toward him to fit a breast into his mouth. He cupped her breast, flicked his tongue over the nipple, and sucked it between his lips, using his teeth to lightly nibble until she couldn’t hold still, until she moaned and clutched his arm, digging her nails in his skin.

And when he smoothed his hand over her belly and started moving south, he heard the hitch in her breath and smiled.

Yeah, that’s exactly where he was going. Right to the button of her jeans. He undid the button, drew the zipper down, and slid his hand into her pants.

“Ty.”

He wasn’t sure if his name was a statement, a whisper, or a plea. All he knew was her skin felt like fire under her flimsy silk panties. He dipped his fingers below her sex and touched the dangling piercing. Her body hummed, and her sweet scent filled the air around them. He slipped his fingers lower and she was damp.

“Let’s get these off.”

She tugged at the hips of her jeans and shimmied out of them, kicking them to the end of the couch.

Her panties had white and pink stripes and were see-through, the edges barely scraping her hip bones. She reached for them but he stopped her.

“Leave these on. They’re sexy. Let me touch you.”

He palmed the panties, felt her heat and wetness through them. And when he swiped his fingers over her sex, she arched against him. He spread the panties aside, sweeping his fingers over her * lips. She was like velvet here, smooth and silky. He wanted to lick her, to feel her sweet cream spill over his tongue until she came.

He sat her up and laid her back against the sofa, then dropped to his knees, drawing her legs to the edge. He scooped her butt in his hands and tilted her toward his mouth, then met her gaze as he licked the length of her.

“Oh,” was all she said as he flicked his tongue along the piercing at her clit, then took it in his mouth and sucked her, letting the bud rest against his tongue. Her flavor made his dick pound. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted her to come in his mouth.

He lashed his tongue across her lips, then slid it inside her. She lifted against him, sliding her * against his face.

Her response drove him crazy. It would be so easy to take his cock out and pound it inside her right now until they both came. But this was a sweet pleasure for her, and her pleasure was more important. His would come later.

Everything about her turned him on, from the way she lifted her butt to the way her muscles tightened when she was near orgasm. He flattened his tongue against her clit and wriggled it around the piercing. She cried out with a low moan, climaxing with shudders and whispered moans that nearly shattered his control.

He kissed her thighs and her belly, moving up to her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her heavy breathing.

She lifted her head and smiled down at him, then reached for him to plant a kiss on his mouth, licking his lips and taking a taste of herself.

“Mmm,” she said, then grabbed his shirt and lifted it off him, tossing it aside. She planted her hands on his shoulders, letting her hands slide down his arms.

He liked the way she touched him, liked the way her gaze roamed over his body with a pure feminine appreciation that made him damn glad to be a man.

“Now I want you on the sofa,” she said.

He was happy to comply.

“But first, get those pants off.”

He grinned, kicked his boots and socks off, then watched as she slid to her knees on the floor.

Oh, yeah. He saw where she was going with this, and his balls tightened. The thought of her mouth on him made his dick quiver in anticipation. He wanted this, had thought about it over and over again in his fantasies about Jenna. And he had a lot of fantasies about her when he wasn’t with her. Even when he was with her.

So he thought about her a lot. Didn’t mean anything. Just meant she was hot and he hadn’t had his fill of her yet.

It might take awhile for him to get enough of Jenna.

She rose up against him, dragging her breasts against his chest. The tease of her nipples made his cock ache for her. He widened his legs, but she drew back.

“Not yet. I have plans for you.” She brushed her thumb against his bottom lip, then swiped his lip with her tongue before diving in to take a hard, hot taste of him.

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