Taking A Shot

“Oh, yeah.” He exploded, filling her mouth with the spill of hot come, his entire body shaking with the effort as he poured out everything he had. She sucked him hard and squeezed his balls until he was empty.

He was wasted. So wasted, he could barely draw in a breath. He couldn’t do a damn thing for a few minutes but lay there, his head resting against the back of the sofa, feeling Jenna’s pounding heart against his thigh. When he could finally raise his head, he smoothed his hand over her hair. She seemed content to lie there, waiting for him, but he knew there was more she needed—more he needed.

He finally pulled her up onto his lap and buried his fingers in the softness of her hair. He put his lips on hers, taking the kiss he’d wanted to take when she’d denied him. She kissed him back with a soft moan and he slid his tongue in her mouth, licking along her velvety softness. He lifted her dress and filled his hands with her sweet ass, running his fingers over the silkiness of her skin, rocking her against his fast-hardening cock.

“Touch me,” she said, arching her back.

He filled his hands with her breasts, wanting her naked so he could lick and suck her nipples, but loving the sexiness of her wearing this dress. He wanted to be inside her while she wore this dress. The silk draped over his legs, teasing him with what he couldn’t see. He teased her nipples through the silk, then covered one breast with his mouth, sucking the nipple through the material.

She gasped and grabbed his head, holding him there while he used his teeth to pleasure her.

“I love when you touch me like that,” she whispered, and he grasped the other nipple between his fingers and squeezed.

She clamped down on him with her thighs, telling him how good it was.

He bent her backward in order to reach his pants and found the condom in his pocket.

“Let me,” she said, undoing the wrapper.

She applied the condom, her hands warm and gentle as she slid it down inch by torturous inch until he was fully sheathed.

But first he wanted to make her come, wanted her shattered and shaking before he slid his cock inside her.

He lifted her dress and put his hand to her sex. She was wet, her sweet aroma intoxicating him more than any alcohol ever could. He swept his hand over her, teasing the nub with his fingertip until she tilted her head back and arched her * against his hand.

He dipped a finger inside her, felt her quivering and tightening around him. He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she whimpered.

He loved seeing her body respond to his touch, watching her face tighten as she fought for her orgasm. He moved his finger inside her and rolled his thumb over the piercing.

“I’m going to come, Tyler.”

He quickened his finger movement and used the heel of his hand on her clit.

She came apart, dropping her head onto his shoulder as she rode the waves of her orgasm. He held his finger inside her while until the quakes lessened, then pulled her onto his lap and onto his cock.

He could still feel the contractions of her body as he filled her.

“Mmm,” she said as she settled over him. “That’s so good.”

Her dress draped around them and he couldn’t see, could only feel their bodies joined. He closed his eyes and let Jenna adjust to him inside her, let her recover from her orgasm.

When she began to rock back and forth, he opened his eyes, fisted her dress in one hand, and held on to her hips with the other, lifting her on and off his cock.

He felt thick and swollen inside her, felt the tight squeeze of her body as he pumped into her.

Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she looked down at him. She held on to his shoulders, her nails digging into him when she lifted. She’d started easy, but now the intensity built and her movements quickened.

Their slick bodies slid together in unison. He knew her body like he knew his own, felt when she began to tighten and convulse around him. He grabbed her ass, dragged her back and forth, and she splintered, her eyes widening as her * squeezed him like a vise, milking the come from him.

Her gaze met his and held as they both climaxed. He watched the storm ride out in her eyes and gave her back the same, her name spilling from his lips in a wild groan as he thrust deeply inside her and shuddered through an intense orgasm that left him shaking.

She fell against him, the two of them stuck together while he rubbed her back and her hair.

“I need a shower,” she finally said.

Jenna leaned against the shower wall, certain she was too tired to do anything but rinse off and fall into bed. But Tyler put his mouth on her nipples and her sex fired to life again, throbbing in demanding need as if she hadn’t already had two amazing orgasms.

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