When dessert was finished, Jenny interrupted another of Tim’s stories and bluntly told him, “Okay, my little glutton. I fed you. Now get out. I have stuff to do.”
“Or someone,” Tim said cheekily, leaping out of the way as she moved to punch him. When he saw Jenny pick up an apple, he grabbed his keys and ran for the door. The granny smith glanced off his shoulder, and she reached for an orange. Eddie held up his hands in mock surrender. “Please. Not the orange,” he said, and dashed out after Tim.
Tony smirked at her, shaking his head. “You guys sure do go through a lot of fruit. No bananas, I notice. Huh.” Cal growled in warning and Tony hurried out of the house laughing.
Cal looked a bit frazzled, and Jenny knew he needed some quiet time. She cleared the table and started the dishes while Cal sat outside briefly, enjoying the tranquility of the night. A few minutes later, Cal came back in, picked up a dishtowel, and worked beside her in companionable silence. Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Cal grabbed two beers and headed into the living room. He turned on the TV and settled into a crime drama.
When Jenny joined him a few minutes later, Cal nearly swallowed his tongue. She was wearing what he was sure was the legal minimum to still be called dressed. Illuminated in the doorway, Jenny’s tight gray tank top accentuated her braless breasts and her thigh-high panties showed off her smooth bikini line. He frowned as he looked at her translucent top. He didn’t know where to start. And knew he shouldn’t start at all.
“Hope this is OK,” she murmured as she glided toward him, having noticed his frown, “but it’s really hot.” She sat beside him and swung her long, firm legs onto his lap. She handed him a tube of lemon-scented body lotion.
“Give a girl a hand?”
Cal mindlessly flicked the cap open and squeezed a dollop of cream into his palm. He was fixated on her legs as he smoothed the cream into her hot skin, enjoying the play of her muscles under his hands. She moaned quietly as he kneaded her muscles, slowly smoothing his way up to her silky thigh. He was breathing heavily now, and he nudged her thighs open further as he worked the lotion into her skin in long, firm strokes. With each stroke, his hand got closer to her underwear until his fingertips ran along the elasticized edge. Stroke, retreat, stroke retreat. Her body unconsciously urged his hands closer to her pulsing groin, but his fingers never stayed in one spot.
Jenny could feel Cal’s erection press against her legs, and she rubbed her calves restlessly against him. His breath caught, and he held her leg still. “This is so tempting, but I think we need to slow this down. I don’t want you to ever regret anything. Come on, time to turn in.”
With considerable will power, Cal gently slid her legs from his lap and offered his hand to help her up. She stared at him for a moment, then nodded and walked from the room. Cal shut off the TV and followed her up the stairs. Mistake. Big mistake. Her gray panties barely covered her fantastic ass, and he watched, hypnotized, as she swayed in front of him. She turned into her room and closed the door without looking back. A few minutes later, he heard a buzzing sound. She was killing him.
* * * *
Cal was in agony. Jenny’s citrus lotion was still on his hands, and as he stroked his throbbing, thick shaft, he imagined it was her own fragrant cream. He hissed at the sensation, wishing he was touching her muscled, smooth legs again. God, he’d love to feel them around his waist, pulling him into her. Cal knew she’d felt his arousal straining against his shorts. Hell, she’d laid her foot over his erection and rubbed it gently but insistently. By unspoken agreement, he didn’t move her foot from his lap, and she didn’t acknowledge that his hand drifted to her inner thigh. Jenny didn’t hide her desire from him. She wriggled into his touch and allowed him to see the wet stain forming on her underwear. These two days of near-constant foreplay was exquisite torment, and he knew he’d have to decide whether to plunge in.
When his painful cock demanded attention, he’d said goodnight and headed to his room. Alone. For the thousandth time he asked himself why he didn’t simply take her hand and lead her to his bed. He was fighting a losing battle, and he couldn’t resist much longer. The sexual tension was thick, and he admitted he was looking for reasons to be close to her, to touch her. He knew they’d crossed a line tonight they wouldn’t confess to in the light of day.
Resorting to his faithful fall-back fantasy, Cal pulled Jenny’s halter top from under his pillow. He knew she thought she’d lost it during last year’s visit, and he was ashamed that he’d taken the garment from the laundry as a souvenir. He laid it on his chest and swore he could feel her heat on it. He’d only just begun think how sexy she looked in it, feeling his calloused hand on his sensitive cock, when he heard a scream, then a heavy thud.
Cal called her name and rushed into her room to find her tangled in bed sheets on the floor. She was frantically though fruitlessly trying to extricate herself from the sheets, but his brain shorted out with all the wriggling she was doing. He finally flicked the light on and pulled on the sheets, unwinding her until her body fell into an undignified heap. Showing not an ounce of pride, Jenny immediately launched herself at him, tightly locking her arms and legs around his body. Her unexpected onslaught and vice-like grip on his body knocked out his breath, and he staggered until his back hit a wall. She had the grace to wince when his head hit the wall with a teeth-jarring whack.
“Jenny?” he asked calmly, closing his eyes against the pain.
“Yes?” she squeaked.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?”
“There’s a mouse. What if it’s on the floor now?” she blurted out, looking wildly over her shoulder for the tiny critter while she clung even tighter to him.
Cal laughed at her, trying to ignore the way her nubile, warm body was plastered against his. “You’re a farm girl. It’s just a mouse.”
“It was under my covers and it ran up my leg. Oh God, I’m going to be sick,” she shuddered.
He imagined they looked ridiculous, her limbs snaked around his torso while he kept his hands against the wall in an effort not to touch her. He gave her an indulgent smile and sighed. “You’re not sleeping in this room tonight, are you?”
Jenny looked about five years old as she shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide. With her body still entwined around him, Cal sighed in resignation, turned off the light and closed the door behind him. It wouldn’t stop the mouse, but it would let Jenny fool herself that Mickey was contained.
Carrying her to his room was sweet torture. Her sleep-warmed limbs held him fast, every lush curve a sensual reminder of her feminine promise. The underwear couldn’t contain his cock, and the hot, silky head of his penis bounced against her. Jenny’s tantalizing ass rode his hips, and he shifted her subtly so his straining cock brushed her ass with every step. Jenny’s exhaled hum of approval nearly burned his skin, and he grunted at the first warm moist kiss on his pulse, the gentle glide of her tongue along his neck.
“You’re killing me,” he said hoarsely. His cocked pulsed against her ass when she sucked and nibbled on his earlobe.
Supporting her curvy body as he walked to his room, he let his hands massage her glorious tight butt. Time to let her know he wasn’t running anymore. His thumbs ran down the crease of her ass, making her shiver, and he let her see his desire when her lust-filled gaze flicked to his. .
He sat on the edge of his large bed, lowering her until she straddled his lap, her feminine heat pressed against his member. She noticed his trembling hands as he gently brushed her hair back before cupping her face lovingly. He saw her nibble at her plush lip and asked, “Are you sure, Jenny? Be sure.”
She nodded slowly, deliberately, allowing him to see her certainty. “I am.”
“Thank God,” he muttered in relief. “This top is killing me.”
“I thought you hated this shirt,” she protested, squirming on his lap. He closed his eyes trying to regain his control. She really needed to stop rubbing his cock. Now.
“I hated that it
tempted me,” he corrected her. “It’s nearly see through, and I can see dusky pink circles,” he said, tracing her right areola with his finger. “Look. Your nipples are getting hard. They’re almost poking through your top. You never wear a bra when we’re alone, so you jiggle when you walk,” he said huskily, giving the taut nub a feather-light caress.
Jenny felt Cal’s thumbs glance over the soft skin of her lower breasts and arched toward him with a whimper. Cal slowly lifted the fabric until it just barely covered her plump buds. “I bet your nipples are a soft pink.” Cal pulled her shirt free and stopped breathing. His warm hands held her back steady while he just gazed at the most spectacular pair of breasts topped with fat, pale pink nipples.
“Holy shit,” he exhaled in awe, “I want to taste you, Jenny.” Hot breath washed over a sensitive nipple.
She pulled restlessly at her shirt, throwing it on the floor. He groaned as her breasts were completely bared to his gaze. And mouth. Her breasts were directly at eye level, and he just stared at them. She heard him growl as her nipples swelled at his obvious appreciation.
“Do you like them suckled?”
“Yes, God, Cal,” Jenny moaned, leaning closer to him.
“Have you ever come just from sucking?”
“No.”
“A challenge,” he teased, blowing warm air on the other taut bud.
“Please, do it,” she urged, enticing him as she pushed her right breast toward his warm mouth.
His hands on her back brought her straining nipple to his mouth. Cal’s eyes met hers as he slowly placed a warm, moist kiss on its center. They both groaned. Jenny’s hands moved through his thick hair, urging his head back to her needy breast.
“Offer it to me,” he whispered wickedly. “Feed me your nipple.”
Jenny’s hand shook as she lifted the solid weight of her firm breast and slipped her taut peak into his hot, wet mouth. His strong, steady suck shot straight to her swelling clit, and she felt a flood of moisture slip from her body.
He couldn’t take his eyes off hers as he sucked her into heightened arousal. Cal urged her to see his desire, his love for her as he nursed on her, and her eyes flared wide as she suddenly understood the intensity of his gaze. Two years of waiting, wanting, were poured into suckling her, and he felt the change in her body when she realized she would come just from his mouth on her swollen nipple. He was rewarded by her panting sighs of “Oh ooh God, Cal...”
Suck. Pull. Suck. Pull.
Strong, steady tugs on her responsive nipple. Her eyes begged him to give her release and her pleas of “Please. Ooooh. Oh God, Cal, yes. Ooh, ooh” fell on him like rain. She started squirming in earnest and cradled his head closer to her breast, never taking her gaze from his.
Cal pressed his face closer to her warm flesh, feeling her full, firm tit cushion his mouth. God, he couldn’t get enough of her moans and wriggles.
He gently stroked his tongue on the underside of her nipple. Just there. From the base to tip of her nipple with his slightly rough tongue. Her back arched sharply, and she cried out, “Oh, oh. Oh my God. Cal!” Her fingers gripped his hair tightly as he lashed the sensitive area again and again with his raspy tongue.
“Shit. Cal, what are you doing?!”
“Playing,” he winked, swiping his tongue once more, harder, slower. Her nipple looked delicious. Now a deep pink, it was wet, swollen and long from his constant sucking. Another wicked flick of his tongue. Jenny shrieked, and he covered her nipple again, suckling and pulling powerfully.
“Jesus. Oh, God. Oh, God, Cal. Harder. Yes. Oh, God!” She came sharply, her body shaking in climax.
Her vocal response amazed him. He’d nearly come just from watching her writhe on him and call his name. She’d looked so sexy in climax, and he couldn’t wait to see her come when he was deep inside her. Her wet pussy was directly over his cock, which now demanded attention.
Cal released her breast and pulled her body flush against his, holding her lovingly as aftershocks rocked through her body. He nuzzled his face into her neck, unable to ignore the wave of protectiveness that washed over him as he felt new tendrils of affection weaving them even tighter together.
Jenny pulled him out of his reverie with a deep kiss. Their tongues dueled, mimicking the act neither could wait for. Breaking the kiss, Cal stood and laid her gently on the bed before removing his underwear under her heated gaze. He heard an awed “holy shit” as she looked at his cock lying erect against his stomach.
Cal leaned in to kiss each hip as he removed her panties and tossed them on the floor. His breath caught at the sight of her lied out before him, and he ran shaking fingers over her waxed pussy. The thin strip of trimmed blonde hair served as an arrow to her wet lips. He seemed mesmerized by the swollen pink flesh, and he ripped his eyes back to her face when he heard her husky voice.
“As nice as that feels, I really want to feel you inside me.”
He paused. “I don’t know if I have any condoms here. Do we need protection? Maybe there’s some in the bathroom.”
“I have a box in my room, but I’m on the pill and I’m healthy.” She hesitated, “I haven’t been with anyone for two years.” Cal noticed a faint blush on her cheeks and knew the confession was reluctantly given. He understood the significance of the date and was absurdly pleased with her disclosure. He gave her a quirked grin.
“I haven’t slept with anyone in two years, three months and three weeks,” he confessed, frowning when her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t wait for me,” she whispered. Then with a clear voice, she said, “I don’t want to use condoms if you don’t. I want to feel you inside me.”
Her legs spread open a little wider, and he eagerly accepted her invitation, lying between her long, tanned limbs. He guided his thick cock to her slick opening and slipped the head into her tight passage. Cal thrust slowly, working his way into her clinging pussy. He felt her inner muscles rippling wildly and watched in amazement as she came with a hoarse cry.
Cal was stretching her, and Jenny could feel every bump and vein on his generous cock. His pubic bone hit her puffy clit on every down thrust. Her hips surged to meet his impaling lunges, and she clenched on his member when he tried to withdraw. His breath was sawing out of his chest.
“Jenny...God, you’re killing me. You’re so tight.” She tightened her muscles on him again, and he chuckled weakly, warning her, “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
Instead, she wrapped her strong legs around his waist and used her feet to push him back into her. She tested his control when she started whispering in his ear.
“God, you feel so good inside me. I love how your cock stretches me.” His thrusts became harder, and he grunted with the force as she continued to inflame him. “Yes, oh, yes! Right there. All of it, Cal, give me all of it.” His strokes were stronger, deeper now, and she met him lunge for lunge. “Oh, God, Cal, I’m going to come, I’m going to come. Harder. Oh, oh, oh. Aahhhh.” She wailed in pleasure as her pussy clamped down and washed his cock in her juices. He lost the fight with a loud shout as he poured his hot cum into her over and over again.
He collapsed into her warm embrace and felt light kisses on his neck and shoulder as she held him through his final shudders. He captured her mouth in a long, breathless kiss, then reluctantly withdrew from her body. Rolling on his back, he pulled her against his body. She snuggled against his chest and threw a leg over his. He felt her smile against his skin as he played with her thick silky hair.
She subtly pulsed her hips against him so that her sopping pussy rubbed against his thigh. Her nails traced his abdomen muscles before caressing his pubic area with feather light strokes.
“Oh, no you don’t, little missy. I’m on to your wicked ways. We need to sleep,” he teased.
She nibbled then sucked on his nipple and gave him a kittenish look. “You sure? I usually spend a couple of hours a day on my stallion.”
He swatted h
er butt in mock anger and pulled her over him. He cupped her face as he just absorbed her loveliness. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered in wonder. She grinned at his compliment, and he swore her smile lit up the room.
* * * *
Cal woke with a small smile on his face and wondered when he last felt this good. Jenny’s long body was snuggled against him, and he felt her snores tickle his chest. She would be incensed when he told her she snored, he grinned to himself. Not that he was complaining. He was having trouble remembering what life was like before her. She fit into his life so easily, and he was surprised to realize how much he looked forward to talking to her, seeing her laugh, or holding her hand in bed. She made him want things. Years together, a family, the love of a lifetime, and a lifetime of love.
His body spooned Jenny’s luscious curves from behind, and his calloused hand cupped her firm breast possessively. She felt right in his arms, and he allowed himself a few moments to enjoy her nearness. He couldn’t regret their intimacy. He’d never experienced love-making like that before and knew distantly it was so intense because his emotions were involved.
He wanted more of this. He wanted to be nestled up behind her every night. Cal’s thoughts led him to unconsciously give her breast another possessive squeeze, and he was rewarded with her body squirming enticingly against his. He gave a low moan and an answering wriggle of his groin against her taut ass. Jenny arched against him, and he heard her breath pick up. He cupped her heavy breast in his hand and squeezed gently. She put her hand over his, encouraging the flex and release of his rough fingertips.
Jenny rubbed her butt firmly against his hard cock, and he felt his entire body tighten against her.
“Again, Jenny. I want to be inside you again.”
She nodded, but he stopped her when she tried to roll onto her back. “Like this,” he murmured and gently pushed her onto her stomach. He heard her groan in anticipation and gave a matching growl as he saw the firm globes she offered him. He had to touch her. He sat on his haunches and let his hands wander over her solid curves.
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