Seth shook his head minutely. “I decided not to charge you. It’s my responsibility to collect payment from you at the beginning of the session, but I changed my mind.”
The wind blustered against the truck, carrying the rain in sideways sheets that looked like they’d sting, as Seth drove down Main Street.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to take payment for it.”
“Why?”
“It’s special.” He turned his piercing gaze on her and murmured, “You’re special. Taking payment for it seemed wrong. When it’s done, I think it’ll be my favorite tattoo.”
Jayne knew he had to have done hundreds, if not thousands, of tattoos. “Really?”
Seth nodded and gathered her close with one arm and kissed the top of her head. “When I sketched the design, I thought there was no way you’d want something that big, since you’d never had a tattoo before. I thought you’d only want a little flower or heart, or something like that.”
Jayne chuckled. “You know better now, don’t you?”
“You have a high pain tolerance.” He seemed lost in his thoughts, and her mind briefly went back to the point in her life where she’d learned patience and had developed that high tolerance for discomfort. She shook her head minutely, evidently drawing his attention as he pulled the truck into the driveway. “You okay?”
She nodded as butterflies took flight in her stomach. He pulled close to the garage, switched off the ignition, and leaned forward to look out at the storm, which had gained intensity. “Want to wait a few minutes and see if we get a break before we run for the door?”
“Sure.” The butterflies in her stomach went “Blue Angels” on her, and she froze, not sure what to do next. Luckily, Seth provided her with the answer as he pulled her bodily into his lap.
“Let me distract you from all those anxious thoughts I see flitting across your pretty face.”
She liked this take-charge side of him and went willingly to him. “I’m not anxious.”
Seth’s sexy chuckle could barely be heard over the rain pounding against the roof of the truck as he slid his fingers around her nape, held her close, and kissed her. A wave of heat swept through her as he tightened his hold. Giving over to him was intoxicating and seemed to spur him on as he gripped her nape and kissed her more deeply. He was no gentle, submissive lover in that moment, and she hoped it was indicative of the way he’d make love to her. She’d fantasized about him taking over, taking control, taking her, and her panties were flooded with the evidence of her excitement.
Longing to be closer to him, more intimate, she turned, and when he realized what she was doing, he helped her straddle his lap. His forearms against her backside held her down as he rubbed his hardening cock against her and murmured, “Much better.”
The pounding of raindrops on the roof rose to a low roar as she rejoined her lips to his, losing herself in the passion of their embrace. In that position, he was slightly below eye level with her, and she felt a little powerful as she ground against him, at least until he gripped her hair and took control of the kiss. His tongue slid in a sinuous dance with hers as he rubbed his cock against her throbbing cunt. Her heartbeat sped up as the ache grew and her pussy lips swelled with the friction. She longed to feel him inside her, filling her.
The rain abated gradually over the next minutes as they stayed locked together in tumultuous pleasure. When they finally came up for air, Seth’s voice sounded rough as he said, “Let’s run for it. This may be our only chance for a while.”
She climbed from his lap and grabbed her handbag as he opened the door, jumped out, and reached for her. She let him lift her down from the truck and then they ran through the rain to the front porch as she dug in her handbag for her keys.
Inside the house, she dropped her belongings and turned back to him as he closed and locked the door behind them. Her mom’s car was gone, so she knew that they were officially alone for the evening. She shivered as the air-conditioning hit her rain-dampened skin, and Seth silently drew her without preamble to her bedroom. He continued into the bathroom, and a few seconds later, she heard the shower come on. He was unbuttoning his black button-down shirt when he reappeared, and she watched raptly as he revealed more of his muscular chest.
“I don’t want you to be chilled or anxious. A hot shower will help.”
He stripped the shirt from his shoulders, and she was once more captivated with his body art. The monochromatic gray-and-black designs on his pecs were a stark contrast with the unadorned flesh of his sternum and abdomen. She reached out to stroke him and gazed into his eyes, letting him know that although his tattoos captivated her, she was truly attracted to the man first and foremost.
He slid his hands around her hips and lifted the hem of her top. She raised her arms to assist him and moaned when he trapped her arms in the fabric above her head while he kissed the upper swells of her cleavage. He groaned and rubbed his lips and chin against her flesh, and she realized that he’d shaved very carefully that evening so she’d feel no rough stubble, just the softer, tickling hairs of his goatee and moustache. The thought struck her as very considerate. Combined with his dominating kisses and attention, it was a heady moment, and she held still for him, giving him what he craved. Her hair fell through the neck opening of her top and slid down her back, tickling her spine. Her belly fluttered with excitement as he drew close enough that she could feel his body heat bare millimeters from her skin.
When he finally released her arms, she wrapped them around his neck and sighed when he unclasped the black lace bra and peeled it off of her.
His fingers were like tongues of fire on her flesh as he looked her over with hungry eyes. “Touching is nice but I want more now. I want to taste every inch of you, Jayne.”
Chapter Eleven
Speechless at the predatory heat in his eyes, Jayne nodded. Seth went down on his knees in front of her, and she trembled with anticipation as he pressed his lips to her abdomen, just below her belly button.
Lifting each foot, he removed her black cowboy boots. Her cunt was swollen and wet with need, throbbing as he unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and lowered the zipper. There was a pleased look in his eyes as he slid his fingertips into the parted fabric and tugged downward then held them as she stepped from each leg. He repeated the action with her thong, drawing the black lace down her hips and thighs.
She felt slightly dumpy and uncomfortable, clad in nothing but the white tube socks she’d worn with her boots. He lifted her left foot and kissed her knee as he placed it atop his. Doing so partially opened her pussy lips, revealing her damp flesh to him. She forgot all about her dorky gym socks, trembling all over as he centered his hot gaze on her pussy and hungrily licked his lips.
His long black hair tickled her as he kissed her inner thighs while removing her socks one at a time, making the mundane task seem incredibly sexy. He held her calf in place and slid his fingertips up the length of her leg, from her ankle to the apex of her thighs, and glanced up at her.
“You make my mouth water, Jayne. I’m not gonna lie. I want to eat you up.”
A tempest swelled inside her, and she moaned as her pussy throbbed under his gaze and her juices trickled and dampened her thighs. “Please.”
She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but he seemed to understand and gently stroked her mound and her outer lips. The touch was maddeningly erotic, and she stood frozen in place against her closet door waiting for what came next.
He leaned toward her and slid one hand around her hips to clutch her ass cheek and laid his mouth on her pussy for the first time. The thunderstorm outside swelled in intensity again, and her heart hammered with a dizzying combination of need and nervousness as he gave her the most intimate of kisses. He must’ve sensed her trepidation because he took his time, dragging his tongue over her soaked inner lips in wide, leisurely strokes. Feeling overwhelmed, she let her head fall back against the door.
His hair was silky between
her fingers as she stroked the base of his head. He continued the tender assault against her senses while teasing her cunt with his fingertips and she wanted him to slide one inside her more than anything. Lust sizzled in every nerve ending when he gently breached her opening, teasing her with just the tip.
Her world spiraled nearly out of control as he pressed her back against the closet door. He gently sucked her clit and the flesh surrounding it and tortured her with more demanding, slow strokes of his tongue.
Her cunt clenched around his questing fingertip, and she bucked, needing more of it inside her. The stretching, burning sensation made her want the intrusion even more, but he held her still, grasping her ass and holding her raised knee open with his shoulder. The sensation of being pinned thrust her to the edge, teetering, waiting.
He increased his assault on her clit until it felt on fire and she sobbed with pleasure. She went up on tiptoe as the orgasm burst within her, and her body was wracked with tremors. Bliss settled into her nerve endings as the trembling convulsions receded. He pressed a sweet kiss to her mound then lowered her foot to the floor and stood up in front of her. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she caught her breath and smiled at the satisfied gleam in his eyes. Her cunt throbbed as though needing more, wanting more from him.
He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and then drew her into the steamy bathroom. She followed more than willingly, hoping this was a night of many firsts. He pulled off his boots and socks, and surprise showed on his face when she kneeled on the bathmat, at eye level with the thick bulge hidden behind denim. When he didn’t make a move, she lowered his zipper, and then tugged down his jeans. She caught the waistband on his knit boxers and would’ve pulled them down too, but he stopped her with his hand on hers.
“You don’t have to do this. I’m not keeping score.”
“Neither am I, Seth. I want to know what you look like all over, up close and personal.” She gazed up at him and smiled at the approval she saw in his eyes. He released her hand and braced himself against the vanity as she carefully drew back the elastic and got her first look at his ruddy cock.
“Seth,” she whispered as she stroked his hard, pulsating length with two tentative fingertips. Her cunt ached with a burning need that was all twisted up with concern over how much it was going to hurt the first time. He was big. But then the thought of him actually sliding that monster inside her made her pussy quiver with pre-orgasmic glee.
His engorged flesh stood up straight and rigid but was sheathed in skin that felt incongruously silky. She leaned close and kissed his abdomen, drawing a hiss from him as her chin lightly brushed against his erection. His scent was musky and completely masculine, stirring a tremor of need deep inside of her.
Glancing up at him, she was enthralled by his expression, a mixture of anticipation and agony. He tilted his head back and bit his lower lip, a thoroughly masculine picture of pleasure. Proud that she could do that for him, she brushed her nose against the tickling hairs at his groin, breathing in his scent. His fingertips slid through her hair to the nape of her neck, holding her to him.
“Sweet Jayne.”
She backed away an inch or two and stroked his cock with her palm, noticing he shuddered as she wrapped her hand around his thickened length. He felt solid and heavy in her hand, a wonderful contrast with the silky skin this powerful part of him was covered with. The head of his cock turned a darker shade of red as she watched, and she didn’t deny the urge to taste him. She licked the ridged head of his shaft and a deep groan erupted from him. Her mouth watered at the taste of the droplet seeping from the tiny slit, and she lapped at the underside of the head.
His eyes blazed with blue fire as he encouraged her. “Your mouth feels so good on me, baby. Take it. Try me.”
She opened her lips and slid him inside, taking care with her teeth. He groaned again and flexed his hips. She gripped the base of his cock and reached up with the other hand to palm his balls and gently rub them. His hand in her hair trembled, and she moaned as she took more of him, wanting him to know that she liked it.
When the head brushed the back of her throat, she sucked as she withdrew while sliding her hand up from the base to wet it. On her next downward motion, his cock slid through her hand as well, and he moaned. She established her rhythm and sucked his cock, feeling it grow even harder in her mouth, the head even firmer and the ridge more pronounced. Knowing she had that much of an effect on him made her feel powerful and wanton.
She tasted another droplet of his pre-cum on her tongue and looked up at him as his mouth fell open and he shuddered. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw going tense.
“Stop, baby. You’re very good at that,” he murmured, a trace of a chuckle in his voice, stroking her jaw. He helped her to rise and kissed her.
The taste of her own juices on his lips and his tongue made her tremble with renewed desire as he gripped her head in both hands and kissed her deeply. His cock was hot against her abdomen, and she could feel the pulse in it against her flesh. Her pussy responded, leaking her juices, in need of more of his attention.
“Shower,” he whispered.
She pinned her hair up with a clip, and he drew back the shower curtain, allowed her to step in, and then joined her in the steamy enclosed space. The hot water cascaded off her shoulders, down her body, and the scent of her bodywash filled the air as he lathered a washcloth. He washed her body tenderly and then allowed her to do the same for him.
Their eyes were locked on each other as they ministered to each other, the tension building higher with each passing moment. She moaned and ached for relief as he gently rubbed his soapy fingers against her weeping cunt and he pressed a kiss against her shoulder.
“So silky and wet for me.”
“Yes.” She reciprocated, sliding her slippery fingers around his cock again and stroking his entire length, up and down, until his hips flexed with each motion.
“Fuck, that feels good. Your hands are soft.”
An assenting moan slipped from her throat as she rose on tiptoes, trying to get closer to him, urging him to rub harder on her clit. He smiled at her pout when he stopped to rinse the soap off of them and then turned off the water. “As much as I’m enjoying the shower, I want to lay you on your bed right now.”
She pulled the clip from her hair, which cascaded down to stick to her damp back. He blotted her with a big towel then hastily did the same with himself and followed her from the bathroom. They pulled the comforter and the top sheet down to the foot of the bed, and her heart trembled as she climbed onto the cool cotton sheets and met him in the middle. He cupped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes for long seconds. She memorized the moment, every plane and angle of his handsome face, the way his rough fingertips slid across her cheekbones.
“Nervous?”
“A little. I want this so much but I’m scared of disappointing you…or myself.”
“No way that’s going to happen. We’ll take it slow. If it helps, I feel exactly the same way, baby.” He looked down at her lips and smiled before he kissed her. “I love these sweet lips.” His admission sent her heart into overdrive, and the tenderness of his tone created a beautiful ache in her chest. She’d fallen for this man. Utterly. Completely.
He maneuvered her back against her pillows and his lips left a heated, damp path as he made good on the desire he’d voiced earlier to kiss her all over.
He slid a hot hand down her arm, clasping her fingers with his as he pressed kisses on her upper chest and her breasts, leaving no spot untouched. Her back came up off the bed when he sucked her nipple into his mouth the first time, and his lips curved into a sensual smile around the areola as he held her down to the bed, which electrified her more than she would’ve thought possible. He worried the nipple, nibbling and sucking at it until she felt as though there was a hotline connecting her nipple to her clit, pulsating with fiery tension.
The throb in her pussy increased and she neared the climactic edge a
s he released her turgid nipple and gave its mate equal, loving attention. By the time he was finished teasing her, she’d wrapped her right calf around his left thigh and was rubbing her pussy against his thigh to get some relief, but only managed to increase her tension even more.
A loud crack of lightning lit the night outside, followed nearly simultaneously by a boom of thunder, but she didn’t even flinch, she was so wrapped up in the cocoon of desire he’d created between them. He moved down her torso, taking away his thigh so she had nothing to rub against, and immobilized her hand when she tried to stroke her clit. He chuckled deeply as he looked up at her and pressed gluttonous kisses against the underside of her breasts, sucking on the flesh there. She tried to speak but couldn’t form any intelligible words.
His breath tickled across her rib, causing her to shudder, and her core trembled as his kisses slowly spread south to her abdomen. Knowing his ultimate destination, Jayne shivered with anticipation, all her inhibitions gone at the tender way he touched her, sliding his hands on her skin as though he was handling the finest porcelain. His long hair and goateed chin tickled across her abdomen as he neared her cunt.
Hunger for her burned in his eyes as he lifted her thighs, spread them wider, and draped them over his shoulders. Heat soaked into her skin from his gentle hands as he stroked her legs, and the nervousness in her stomach began to unwind. She wanted to give him everything…anything he wanted. She trusted him with every part of her.
He looked up at her. “Condoms?”
Breathless, she replied, “It’s not possible for me to get pregnant. Have you been to the doctor recently and been tested?”
“Yes. I have the lab results at home. I’m clean.”
“No condoms then.”
“You’re sure?”
“I trust you, Seth.”
A slight smile quirked his lips on one side, and her need to kiss him was great, but he lowered his lips and kissed her there instead. She arched her back, tilting her pussy against his mouth, giving him full access. With her legs parted that widely, she was completely vulnerable to him, and the thought made her tremble even more. His fingertips stroked her cunt as he licked at her clit, keeping her near the edge of orgasm but not pushing her over. He slid a moist fingertip between her lips, and lust filled her heart as the tight, burning intrusion returned.
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