For The One

by Brenna Aubrey

  My mouth opens and her tongue slips in at almost the same moment, as if we'd agreed ahead of time that that's what we'd do. It's as if she knows all the entrance procedures and pass codes already. My barriers have deserted me.

  She also seems to know how each stroke of her pretty pink tongue undoes me. I love how she tastes me, and I want to taste her, more and more. And the stronger this desire grows, the harder it is to imagine myself stopping what we're doing. Because it feels so good.

  So good.

  Jenna is now running her hands over my chest as she kisses me, but unlike last time, she's silent. I'm beginning to feel the danger of this, because if she's not talking, then she's not forcing me to concentrate on what she's saying and thereby distracting me.

  Now her hand is on my stomach, moving lower and lower as her tongue continues to stroke mine. Her palm glides over my navel, dropping to rest on my thigh. And I can't help it. When she touches me there, no matter how lightly and how quickly, I suck in a breath.

  Heat streaks through my belly, burning me up inside. I'm glad she can't see the thoughts inside my head--thoughts of her hands on me, her mouth on me.

  She's hesitating, her hand stroking my thigh through my pant leg. I want her to touch me more, but I also want to push her hand away. This feeling is so powerful that it's threatening to control me, and the most frightening part is that I don't even care.

  My hands are threaded through her pale hair, holding her head to mine. I have no memory of how they even got there. All I know is that I want her lips on mine and our tongues tangling--for hours. Then her hand moves, sliding back over my erection.

  And it stays there. I freeze, unsure of what to do.

  "Wil, please let me touch you," she whispers.

  Let her. As if I could tell her to stop.

  I lie back against the couch, pulling her with me so that our mouths are still connected. She's half beside me and half on top of me, and her hand is fondling me through the thin material of my khaki pants. I wonder if I can stop this before we actually have sex. I know I've drawn that line in the sand, hoping that it will protect me.

  But for now, I have the overwhelming urge to touch her. I want to feel her breasts in my hands, feel her nipples harden beneath my fingertips.

  When my hands find her breasts, she sighs again, and I rub her nipples until I feel that bead-like texture as they harden. I'm fascinated that I've learned this about her body after just one time. I know what she likes, and I want to learn more.

  I want to know her body like I know the canvas of a project I've been working on for months--living with it, staring at it, aware of its textures and contours, of the colors and blending required to fill it up.

  I want to fill her up.

  I might not be able to tell when she's being snarky, but I can read these signs and know exactly what turns her on. And I wonder if this process is the same every time. I'll have to figure out what gets me the best results most consistently.

  She's stroking me faster now, and it feels like the friction is starting the process of combustion deep within me. Each stroke of her hand is like a shock of electricity straight to the center of my being.

  "I like touching you, Wil," she says. Her voice sounds different. Quiet and harsh at the same time.

  I swallow what feels like a massive lump in my throat. I sure like it, too.

  "Do you like it? When I touch you?"

  "Yes," I groan.

  Jenna's lips hover over mine. "Good. I want to make you feel good, Wil."

  I reach down and pull up the hem of her shirt--like she showed me last time. She sucks in a breath and then lifts her arms so I can pull the shirt off, which I do with gusto. The lacy bra covering her beautiful breasts is the next barrier, and I haven't the slightest clue how to remove it. But I've been dying to taste her nipples again, so I push the lace aside and my mouth connects with one in seconds. She arches her back and threads her fingers through my hair.

  "That feels so good, Wil. You make me feel so good." My tongue traces the outline of her beaded nipple, over and over again. I suck fiercely and she cries out. A good cry, I think? She isn't pulling away.

  I slip my finger inside the other cup of her bra and toy with the other nipple. She's straddling me now, rocking against me. Each time her pelvis presses against mine, I become more and more aroused.

  But I don't want to stop her. So I turn my head to suck on the other nipple and she continues to ride me, pushing against my erect penis in a way that almost hurts it's so intense.

  "If you keep doing this, I'll climax," I finally choke out my warning. Shame is tangling its way into my chest and entwining with that heat that feels so good.

  She pulls back to look at my face, and I'm almost afraid to look at her. When I finally do, she's smiling at me. I haven't shocked her. I haven't made her feel disgusted. At least I don't think I have.

  "That's the idea," she says with a small laugh.

  "You don't mind?"

  "I said I wanted to make you feel good. What did you think I meant?"

  I take in a deep, strangled breath and let it go. "I try not to come to conclusions about what people mean when they use words and expressions, because I'm often wrong about them."

  "Well, you're not wrong this time." Her hand is on the button of my fly now and I stiffen. "May I?" She bites her lip.

  I laugh. "Do you really think there's a remote chance that I'll say no?'"

  Her smile grows larger and she laughs. "You never know, Wil. You've surprised me before."

  She slides off my lap, twisting her wrist to release the button on my pants. Then her hand slips inside and...

  If I thought it felt good before, I was either wrong or had no perspective for how this would feel. Her skin on my skin, stroking lightly and then slowly increasing the pressure, is heavenly. I grasp a handful of her hair and roughly pull her head to mine. I need her lips melding with mine, our tongues together. This feeling as she touches me is almost more than I can handle, and I feel like I'm about to short-circuit.

  As she continues, I long to put part of my body inside hers. I'm possessed with the desire to feel her wrapped around me, hot and wet. I want to roll us over right now and finally do it--push myself deep inside her. But I have to settle for pushing my tongue into her mouth while her slim, feminine fingers wrap around me.

  "It feels so good," I finally let out between pants. I'm pleased to note that she's breathing just as hard as I am. "Jenna...you are..." I suck in a breath, and when I pull my mouth away from hers again, I murmur fiercely against her lips, "I wish I knew how it would feel to be inside you."

  Her fingers slow and she begins to run her hot mouth along my neck. "I can show you what it feels like." When I begin to protest, she cuts me off. "No, it's not what you think."

  Suddenly, she is kissing her way down my neck and then across my chest, sucking my nipples through the material of my t-shirt before pulling it off, with my help. Now she's licking my abs as she moves down to my navel. I take careful note of what she is doing because I'm determined to do it all to her, too. I'll kiss my way across her chest, her belly and her navel, then trace my tongue across the inside of her thighs and listen to her moan my name. And then I'll--

  Oh, she's kissing me there.

  Now I'm starting to feel self-conscious about what might happen--and very quickly, too. But it feels so good that I'm almost paralyzed by the intensity of the pleasure her mouth is giving me.

  In spite of that, I think this might be the time to stop things before they go too far, though I'm really sick at the thought of stopping it. I try to gently remove her head, but she shoves my hand away. "It's okay, Wil. Please let me."

  "But I might--"

  "That's the point, Wil. It's okay." Her tongue snakes out to swirl around the tip and a hot rush of lust overwhelms me. "I've done this before."

  Before I can say another word or even think about being jealous of her doing this for another man, her mouth opens and envelops m
y aching shaft. And that's it--every other thought in my mind is gone. All I can focus on is how good this feels.

  My perspective of how good I can feel has just changed--this is the pinnacle. Until seconds later, when she slides her tongue along the underside of my penis and that perspective shifts yet again.

  I know that it must feel even better to push myself inside her. To feel her muscles tighten around me, holding me there. To feel her soft thighs rest against my hips as I slip in and out of her. I'm imagining it all in great detail.

  But if I think about it too much, I'll want to throw out every one of my principles and do it. In fact, I'm shaking with the need to do it. Like going for days without eating and needing food, or going hours through the hot desert without a drink and needing water.

  I need to be inside Jenna.

  And each slide of her tongue, each movement of her head, each shift of her mouth alters my perspective of what was amazing ten seconds ago. Sensations are being multiplied, intensified...magnified. Jenna's mouth is commanding my every thought--commanding me.

  I'm gasping now, barely able to catch my breath. I try to pull away because I'm seconds from climaxing, but she won't let me.

  "Jenna, I'm going to--" And it's all over because now I'm coming, and I don't want her to pull her mouth away. Even if she tried, I'd be tempted to hold her there. Fortunately, she doesn't.

  Because this...

  Incredible heated sensations wash over me--over my thighs, my stomach, my chest. My entire body stiffens, thick with pleasure, as I ejaculate. It goes on and on and I'm frozen, my mind numb to everything but this.

  When my orgasm has played out, Jenna slowly pulls away from me. I can only stare up at the ceiling and bask in this stunning, glowing feeling as she gets up to go to the bathroom.

  Minutes later she returns and lies beside me on the couch, leaning against me. I've barely moved. I'm covered in sweat and feeling drugged--or at least how I imagine it would feel to be drugged.

  As one of the ninety-five percent of adult males that regularly masturbates, I have experienced numerous orgasms before. Some are very good and some are just okay. But what Jenna just did for me...it's almost like that word cannot be applied to all those other times. They don't even belong in the same lexicon.

  I turn and gaze into those beautiful blue eyes, no longer afraid of invading her soul. "You have just ruined every orgasm I will ever have."

  Chapter 21

  Jenna

  I sat up, concerned. "You're not serious, are you? What's wrong?"

  His eyes still tracked mine, and it both pleased and disturbed me. It was so unusual for him to meet my gaze. It almost worried me.

  "Nothing's wrong. It's just...I think every other orgasm will be a disappointment now."

  I laughed, relieved. "It was your first time with oral sex, right? Or even with someone else giving you an orgasm? I almost always have a better orgasm from a partner than when I do it for myself."

  His features clouded. "It's always better?"

  "Well...yeah, when I actually get one."

  "You don't always?"

  I shrugged. "No. Sometimes I don't want one. Sometimes he just doesn't know what he's doing." Like Doug, I mentally add. Doug the Dud. "And sometimes I just fake it so it will be over."

  William's face was serious as his gaze shifted to stare up at the ceiling. He threaded his fingers through my hair and said, "That doesn't sound very enjoyable."

  "It's okay."

  He shook his head. "No...it's not okay. Any man lucky enough to be able to touch you like that should do everything he can to make you feel good."

  I smiled. No guile, no pretense. No pretty, honeyed words to try and get what he wanted. I could trust William because he'd always tell me exactly what was on his mind.

  I rolled to my side and placed my hand on his scruffy cheek. "You're so sweet."

  He was looking into my eyes again, and I wondered if it was a side effect of the orgasm. I didn't want him to look away. For the first time, I could tell that his eyes weren't as dark brown as I'd originally thought. There were lighter flecks of gold within his dark irises. I swallowed, touched that he was letting me gaze so profoundly at his secrets.

  Suddenly, he rose up on an elbow and put a hand on my shoulder to gently roll me on my back. He lowered his head to press his mouth to mine, stealing my breath, invading my mouth with his tongue.

  Then he pulled back. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Better." His free hand cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple through the bra. I let out a little squeak as the unfulfilled ache between my legs flared up again. My eyes rolled up into my head until my lids shut tight.

  "Oh," I breathed, arching my back.

  In seconds, he was tugging on my bra. "I'm not even going to pretend to know how this thing works."

  I laughed and removed it for him, then watched his eyes darken as they slid over my bare chest. He flicked his fingers gently over each perky nipple. "Such a pale pink, like a winter rose."

  "A winter rose...that's beautiful."

  "Not nearly as beautiful as you are, Jenna."

  He lowered his mouth to my chest, taking me into his heated, wet warmth. I let out a long, breathy moan, pressing myself deeper into his mouth. His hands tightened on my waist almost painfully, and it felt so good.

  I really wanted to come, and I wanted it to be from William's touch. To that end, his hand was on my jeans, pulling open the top button as he continued to lavish attention on my chest.

  His mouth returned to mine, his hand torturing my sensitive nubs as the other hand slipped inside my jeans.

  I wanted my jeans off, so I unzipped them and kicked them off as quickly as I could. The moment my legs were free, William looped one of his legs over mine to anchor it in place and then put his hand right back where it had been, stroking me through the thin material of my panties.

  "I've never done this before...but I have done extensive research," he murmured.

  With a groan, I replied, "I'd say that, so far, you are getting an A-plus, Wil."

  He pulled away and opened his mouth to ask for the inevitable explanation.

  "I'll explain later. More mouth," I said.

  He leaned in to kiss me again and the pressure of his fingers deepened. It burned right through me. I could feel that touch behind my eyes, under my rib cage, in my toes. With each movement of his hand, he was stroking me everywhere else, owning my body without even realizing it.

  His mouth returned to my nipple and began tormenting me once again. I let out a tight breath as the tension between my legs increased. My desire thickened into husky moans.

  "I can tell that you like it," he said.

  "Yes," I said with a heavy sigh. "More."

  He slowly slid the panties down my legs. Though I was in a hurry to have more of his hands on me, I didn't rush him. He'd likely never taken a woman's panties off before. This was a first for him in so many ways, and I wanted him to savor it.

  "These look so delicate they might rip."

  I smiled, thinking it might be a little sexy if he did decide to rip them off someday. After he pulled them off my ankles and carefully set them aside on top of my jeans, William turned back to me, scanning my body from head to toe.

  Another first...me naked in front of him.

  "Are you memorizing me so that you can paint me later?" I joked.

  His brow twitched into a frown. "I'll always be able to recall what you look like in this moment, spread out on my couch with no clothes on."

  I smiled, about to reply when one hand moved to the apex of my thighs and the other took my wrist and pinned it above my head. His fingers were gentle as they continued to explore, stroking lightly along the top of my sex before pushing deeper.

  Then he found my clit and I almost jumped a foot. "Here? This is your clitoris..."

  "Um, yes, that's right. That's a very good spot to touch."

  "I know."

  His mouth came do
wn on mine and his fingers increased their pressure.

  "Open your legs more," he whispered between kisses, and I readily complied. Now there were two--wait, make that three--fingers touching and stroking, taking turns, softly and quickly, then slowly, then firmly. All in just the right places.

  He was a quick study at this.

  Two fingers slipped inside me, exploring my entrance then sliding in deeper with consistent strokes. As if this wasn't enough, he clamped his mouth onto my breast again, sucking and grazing my nipple with his teeth. Oh. My. Goddess.

  In minutes, I was a breathless slave to his fingers and his mouth. And he didn't stop.

  "How will I know when you've climaxed?"

  "Oh, you'll know," I said. "Just don't stop."

  But he did stop. When I opened my eyes, he said, "I want to do what you did and use my mouth. Would that be okay with you?"

  Would that be okay? That would be goddamn fucking heaven.

  "Please," I said, and he instantly moved down toward the juncture of my thighs. He started with shallow kisses and then began licking my clit. At this same time, two fingers slipped inside me again, pushing deep.

  Where the hell had he learned that? I thought in shock as my body arched obediently to the command of his hands. If he were any other man, I'd suspect he'd been lying about being a virgin.

  My throat was now hoarse from my moans. Between what his mouth was doing to me and his fingers pushing deeper--not to mention how hot it was that he still tightly clasped my wrist with his free hand--I was experiencing nothing short of ecstasy.

  Soon I was holding my breath as heated convulsions of pleasure washed over my entire body. He stopped a little too quickly, and I had to grab his hand and press it against my clit until the orgasm had faded. When it did, I collapsed on the couch, my skin glowing with perspiration.

  He moved to lie beside me. "I pulled away because I wanted to watch your face when you had your orgasm. It may have been one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."

  I almost laughed but decided against making a joke about the infamous "O face." It would take too long to explain, anyway. Instead, I turned and looked into his eyes again. He held the gaze for a few seconds and then his eyes slid down to rest on my chin.