by Vivian Arend
“Don’t stop,” Janey begged.
It seemed she’d been doing a lot of that around him, considering how short a time they’d officially been going out.
Luckily he wasn’t finished. He slid a hand down to separate her curls, changing position, and she couldn’t resist wiggling up on her elbows to watch.
His expression? Better than a kid being handed the biggest present under the Christmas tree. Len caressed his hand over her mound, fingers towards her belly button, the heel of his hand right over where she needed him, but not with enough pressure. Not yet.
Should she offer suggestions? He’d told her not to treat him like he was incapable, but she knew not every guy got it right the first time without some guidance. And every woman liked different things. Heck, she liked different things depending on what day it was—there was no use in being shy.
So she did what felt right and pulled her knees apart, exposing herself to anything he wanted to do.
Len cursed softly, grip tightening as he swallowed hard. “I’m trying to go slow, but damn if I can any longer.”
He used both hands to open her fully to his gaze, settling in and caressing with his thumbs. Just for a moment before his head dropped and blocked her view.
Janey was back to nothing but sensations, but oh, God, the sensations were so damn good. He might be inexperienced, but he found her clit no problem, teasing it with the tip of his tongue perfectly before widening the circle of pleasure, then dipping deeper.
“Use your fingers on me too, if you want,” Janey coached. “If you play with my clit, I’ll come. But if your fingers are inside me while you play, or your cock, I’ll come even harder.”
“Gotcha.”
His hand left her hip and he went back to eating her hungrily, but now there was an added bonus. A ghostly touch explored. Lightly, then more boldly as moisture from her body covered his fingers and eased his way.
He lifted up to watch her face as he pushed a finger into her. Stopping deep inside as if memorizing the sensation.
“More,” she ordered.
He nodded, playing slowly, the pad of his fingertip brushing the front of her passage as he worked in and out. It was a strange sensation, more intense than she thought it should be.
Not that she was complaining, not at all.
He did it again, this time with two fingers. Two very thick fingers, with thick calluses, and maybe that made the difference because, whoa Nelly, the rubbing bit was doing things she hadn’t expected.
“Good?” he asked.
Janey nodded, checking to see how he was doing. “Very good. You want to take off your clothes?”
He shook his head. “Later.”
Oh, well then. That was fine too.
And like some practiced virtuoso on the piano, Len combined his new tricks. He kept up the fingering motion and resumed tormenting her with his mouth.
He might not be a big talker, but he was damn good with his tongue. The familiar precursor of pleasure rocketed closer at high-speed. That strange internal massage combined with the flick of his tongue in exactly the right place—inspiring. His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked, the entire bed swaying with the motion of his hand.
Janey planted her feet on the bed and rocked against him in time with his finger thrusts, a low moan of approval escaping her lips.
The moan changed to an outright cry of satisfaction as she came, hips coming up off the bed with the force of it as he worked her past the initial bloom. Janey stroked her fingers through his hair, tugging him away when she needed him to ease off.
He stilled his fingers, but the bed kept shaking for another bit, and she glanced down in time to Len’s face clench as he came, hips pressed against the mattress.
He breathed out a satisfied sigh and laid his cheek on her hipbone. “And don’t you dare think or say anything about poor me, because I’m damn happy right now.”
Janey laughed. “Well, that makes two of us then.”
He tilted his head. “We’re not done,” he warned.
“I hoped you’d say that,” she answered back, her own smile reflecting the one on his face. “And I’m not saying poor you, but I do think your day will only get better as it goes along.”
The anticipation in his eyes—
Good thing she’d had that nap. They were both going to need all the energy they could muster.
It was a dilemma he’d never faced before. He desperately needed a shower because they had the damn barbecue in an hour’s time. But all he wanted was to turn around and end up back in bed.
He’d lasted longer than he’d expected with the taste of her flooding his system. The touch of her soft skin under his palms.
Dirt talk from the guys during drinks occasionally included complaining about having to go down on their girls to get them to reciprocate. Len had heard his brothers call the others out for being stupid jackasses. He’d always stayed quiet—like usual, so no one had said anything—but now he could agree one hundred percent.
Every one of those complainers had to be absolute idiots. Maybe he didn’t need to eat. Maybe he could survive on sex alone. He’d be willing to try.
Janey didn’t suffer from the same inability to make a decision he did. She crawled off the mattress, a wide grin firmly planted on her face, which made him feel all the more cocky since he was the one who’d put it there.
“I’ll see you in the shower,” she said.
He stripped down, tossing his things in the laundry basket. In the distance, the water turned on and instantly images of Janey with water-slicked skin leapt to mind.
It wasn’t his imagination. Nope. He’d seen the real thing before, been dreaming about it at night, and now she stood only ten paces away. All he had to do was walk forward and join her.
His cheeks were going to be sore from grinning.
He might have just come, but his cock was hardening again, and when he stepped through the bathroom door to discover she’d left the shower curtain partway open, hands moving slowly over her body as she smiled at him—
“I like a man with a good recovery time,” Janey teased.
He stepped into the tub, eager to explore this time instead of having to hold back. “It’s not the recovery time I’m worried about.”
She laughed, wrapping her arms around him. The fronts of their bodies came in contact, his cock a solid rock between them, pressing against her soft belly. Janey lifted her lips, and he dove into the kiss. Soaking in the taste of her as he let his hands explore.
Soft skin, warm and wet. Tantalizing. Addictive.
She ran her hands over his ass and his hips moved instinctively, rubbing against her.
“I have a suggestion,” she offered, her hands continuing to torment him as she dragged her fingernails lightly over his ass cheeks.
“I’m all ears.”
“You’re all cock,” she teased as she snuck her hand between them. He sucked for air as she caught him in her fist. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
No way her list could be longer than the one he’d been mentally making for years. “No rush. And no objections either.”
Janey moved her hand back, pulling his foreskin up then pressing down slowly. Not enough pressure to make him go off, which was good because he was on a hair trigger. “Let’s do it.”
“Do it—what? Have sex? Now?”
She stroked him as she nodded. “I’m wet and ready, you’re definitely ready, and I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
Jeez. At this rate he was going to last three seconds.
He opened his mouth to protest, but she’d popped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “Come on, you’re cleaned up and it’s not going to get any easier the longer we wait.”
She darted back into the bedroom, her butt cheeks flexing as she crawled onto the bed, glancing over her shoulder and wiggling her brows.
The small part of his brain that was still functioning registered he had to grab a condom. He snag
He might be inexperienced, but he was still going to make this good for her. He crowded her to the mattress, letting her pull him down so they were naked, skin to skin, the water droplets clinging to them squeezed to a thin slick of moisture.
She broke away from the kiss he’d begun, eying him for a moment before speaking softly. “I’m not suggesting I be in charge all the time, but I read something, and if you’re interested…”
She pulled the condom from his fingers.
“If you intend on putting that on me, we’re gonna be done before we get started,” he warned.
Janey pulled her knees apart and his hips settled over hers, his cock resting against her mound. “Fuck me like this. Don’t go inside me this time, but rub my clit. That way you don’t need a condom, and we both get to feel really good.”
“Janey—”
“I don’t care if you come after three strokes, but I saw this and it looked damn hot, so stop complaining and do it.”
It wasn’t her suggestion he was going to protest, it was not doing anything else beforehand. But when she rocked against him, he rocked back, and it felt so fucking good there was no way he could stop.
He pushed up on his arms so the only place they connected was his cock thrusting over her pussy lips, moisture coating him on every move. She was hot, and wet, and oh-so-willing as she lifted her hips and helped.
“Oh, yes, that feels wonderful.” Janey put her hands on her breasts and played with her nipples, and a shot of lust roared through him.
There was too much to see, too much to feel as the tingling sensation in his balls increased. He adjusted position, kneeling slightly so he could rock against her at a sharper angle. Watching with fascination as his cock slid over her clit again and again.
It was so different than his hand. Different, but amazing and unbelievable, and more than he could take for very long.
She whimpered slightly as he pressed harder, the head of his cock sliding over her belly on every thrust. “You close?” she asked.
Len couldn’t answer because he was holding his breath to try to last—and then he couldn’t answer because he was groaning out his release, stopping with his hips thrust forward so his seed landed on her belly. He might have come less than fifteen minutes earlier, but somehow he had more than enough left to leave splattered lines shooting to her belly button and over her flat stomach toward her breasts.
Len looked up to discover she was grinning wildly.
“You didn’t come,” he scolded.
“I came before, and that was hot.” She grabbed a tissue from beside his bed to wipe her belly. Then she grabbed hold of his biceps and tugged him up the bed to a seated position. “And we’re not done.”
He was going to die from pleasure. “More?”
“More,” she insisted.
He might have a good recovery time, but he’d already come twice. “Optimist.”
“I have faith in you.” And damn if she didn’t wrap her hands around his cock. Gently, thank God, because Len wasn’t sure how much more his dick could take at this point.
But she stroked him softly as she pressed her body to his, lips connecting. Too many sensations, Len had thought before, and they just weren’t stopping.
Her breasts rubbed against his body as her hand continued to move. Their tongues tangled, breaths mingling. Len was reduced to nothing but heat and the blood pounding through his veins as she brought a response far too quickly.
Enough waiting. He wanted her. Len lowered his hands to cup her ass, lifting her into his lap, her knees on either side of his body. “I want inside you, now.”
Janey caught up the condom from where she’d abandoned it on the bed, ripping the package open and rolling the latex down his shaft.
It had to be said. “You’re a genius, by the way.”
She rose onto her knees, glancing up briefly with laughter in her eyes. “I wanted you to enjoy this.”
“It’s possible to not enjoy sex?”
His heart was pounding as if he’d been working like a dog lifting engine blocks out of a vehicle without a hoist. She angled his cock back, and heat wrapped around the tip. Slowly she undulated her hips, taking him into her body as he fought the urge to simply drive upward.
He was a man of few words, but there were some classic phrases scrolling through his brain right then. Holy fuck was the most coherent. By the time she was fully seated in his lap, and he was fully seated in her, Len was feeling lightheaded.
Janey caught him around the neck, forehead resting against his as she stared into his eyes. “Good?”
He nodded, unable to speak.
“You want me to do the moving? Or whenever you’re ready to roll, go for it. It feels amazing to have you inside me,” she confessed.
Did he want her to do the moving? His hands cupped her ass and he lifted her slightly, flexing his biceps with little effort to raise her up so the head of his cock clung to her passage. He brought her down slowly, savouring the sensation of heat and pressure. Again, so different from his hand, or hers. So perfect that he repeated the move. Increasing the tempo as she hugged his shoulders, her teeth biting into her lower lip as he fucked her. The tingling pleasure of another orgasm was rising, but not nearly as quickly as he’d worried about.
He paused to take her lips, dropping one hand to caress her breasts as he pulsed lightly within her, relishing the connection between them. He had wanted this forever, so for however long he got to enjoy it, he would appreciate every moment.
Janey wiggled, rubbing against his pubic bone. He broke away from her lips, still controlling their positioning to move her back far enough to reach between them.
The instant his thumb hit her clit she gasped. “Oh. Oh my…”
He didn’t have to ask her if it was good—the way she squeezed tight around him was a clear indication. The pressure also made him damn near see stars.
Control firmly in place for a little longer, he sped up his fingers over her clit, and soaked in every gasp, every moan that escaped her until she clawed his shoulders, hard, her pussy a tight fist around his cock.
“Oh, hell, yes.” Her head dropped against his chest as she shook, pulsing pressure seizing him like she’d never let go.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Len twisted her and took her to the mattress under him to thrust easier. Driving in as her passage held him in a vise. Bringing the pressure up until along with her moans of pleasure, he was panting, every rock forward making them both gasp until he exploded.
Pleasure shot through his body as the heat continued and she writhed under him. Len’s brain went temporarily off-line. There was too much going on. Too much pleasure to focus on only one aspect of it. From his balls, to his dick, to the quivering in his muscles, happy endorphins danced all the way to his brain.
Janey linked her hands behind his neck and all but jerked him on top of her, their sweaty bodies making contact as she kissed him wildly.
He rolled to the side to avoid crushing her, and she rolled with him until she ended up on top. His cock still deep inside her pussy. Bodies shaking as they tried to catch their breaths.
Len didn’t know how long they lay there as he stroked her hair and let the pleasure continue to rock him for as long as he could.
Finally, Janey pressed her palms to his chest and eased up enough her brilliant smile lit his world. “If I say thank you for sharing that experience with me, is that too weird?”
He shook his head. For his first time, the sex had been good. Damn good—made so much better since it was with Janey. But still… “Timing was off.”
A bright laugh broke free from her lips, her honey brown eyes sparkling. “That whole simultaneous-orgasm thing? Number one, I don’t think it happens as often as the books or movies say. And number two, it’s all about enjoying ourselves. Trust me, I enjoyed that a hell of a lot.”
Which was good, because Len had enjoyed it a hell of a lot as well.
Chapter Eight
Twenty minutes later they were both still grinning.
She rested her head on Len’s shoulder briefly, her body swaying as they bumped down the gravel driveway to Katy’s house. He curled his arm around her, stroking her arm with his fingers exactly right to send shivers rolling along her spine.
It was as if now that the dam had burst, Len was intent on making up for lost time. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. Janey figured the sex was only going to get better and better, and it hadn’t sucked in the first place.
Plus, he still had a few other firsts she really wanted him to enjoy. She’d be keeping her eyes open for more opportunities to rock his world…
But tonight was a time for family and friends—the traditional Thompson family summer barbecue. Janey had been coming to the event for years as Katy’s friend. Being there this time as Len’s lover made it a whole new ballgame.
She tried to find something to discuss that wasn’t about sex, or thoughts about going home to his bed when the evening was over. “I finished all the prep work on the deck today,” she told him. “So tomorrow I start laying deck boards.”
“I’m off work from the garage. I’ll give you a hand, if you want,” Len offered.
“I’d like that,” she admitted. “If you got an extra drill lying around, bring it with you.”
Len put the truck in park beside the other Thompson vehicles. He chuckled softly, but didn’t say anything else.
Janey followed him out the driver’s side door. “What was that about?”
He paused for long enough to whisper in her ear. “You want to screw?”
He grabbed a cooler from the back of the truck, cradling it with one arm to leave his fingers free to link with hers.
Meanwhile, she fought the giggles. “Stop it.”
“I could have sworn you just asked me to drill you.”
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