and lust erupting past the boiling point.
She must’ve known, or maybe she just wanted to touch him as badly as he wanted to touch her, but Jenna took the condom from him and rolled it down his cock. Fingertips, heat, pressing him there…and there.
If she could prepare him…
He trailed fingers over her stomach and down to the heart of her. He played with the curls shielding her pussy, drenched from her earlier orgasm, before sliding inside. Soft, giving flesh, hot and wet, surrounded his fingers. Slick and ready for him, Jenna moaned, hips lifting into his caresses. He stroked up through her folds, circling her clit. Gasping, she flexed her hand around his dick, dragging him against her heat.
Taking her hand, he tangled their fingers together. Bodies together. One push, one breath, one heartbeat…he pressed all the way inside of Jenna.
Fuck, it was too much. Too good. Too hot. Too right. He couldn’t turn away, couldn’t stop staring into her blue, blue eyes and seeing everything he wanted reflected there. He pulled back, thrust deeper. The welcoming give of her body, her panted breaths, the way she lifted to meet his every stroke, like she couldn’t stand the separation any more than he could, even though they both knew the return trip would be sweeter still.
She was trembling now, or maybe they both were, feeling too much, building too high, too fast. With their bodies moving together, Micah braced his weight on his elbows and legs and framed her face with both hands. He rubbed a thumb over her lips, fingers brushing over cheeks and eyebrows. She centered him, even while she made him lose control.
Closing her eyes, she kissed his palm, and when her gaze returned, she gave him the softest of smiles which seemed to glow from within.
It was a lightning strike, a direct line from her smile to his dick. It flooded his senses until he couldn’t breathe, and every bit of his come and heat and need poured out of him and into her. Through it all he watched her face, tasted her orgasm in the hot breaths she panted against his mouth, felt her body pulse around him in ecstasy.
And he smiled.
Chapter Six
A song playing too loud and too close dragged Jenna from sleep. Hazy, gray light filtered through her blinds. Her neighbor TJ didn’t normally blast her tunes this early. Jenna tried to bury her head beneath her pillow, but it moved with a rumbled, “Shit, m’sorry.”
Micah. He was her pillow—her blanket too—and both peeled away from her, removing comfort and lots of warm, solid flesh she’d spent most of last night getting rather familiar with and enjoying quite fabulously.
He cursed some more while fumbling with something on the floor. Finally the song stopped.
“’ello,” Micah mumbled as he settled back on the edge of the bed and rubbed a hand down his face. “Damn. Yeah. Sorry. I’m not there… No, don’t worry ’bout it. I’ll get myself to set this morning.” He sighed. “Yeah, thanks. That way I don’t have to. Steve’s gonna be pissed… I know. But I won’t hold up production.” Another pause. “Thanks, man.”
He shut off his phone and tossed it onto his jeans on the floor. Muscles flexed in his arms and back as his hands ran roughshod over his face and hair. Mmm, that was all kinds of nice to wake up to.
Attempting grace before coffee wasn’t easy, yet somehow Jenna untangled herself from the sheets and slid across the mattress to rest her cheek against the back of Micah’s neck. He was warm. Smelled good too. “G’morning.”
“Hey, gorgeous. Sorry my phone woke you.” Micah turned and kissed her, the softest brush of mouth to mouth, his hand curving around her neck to play with her hair. “Not sorry I got to kiss you goodbye though. Go back to sleep. I’ll see myself out.”
“No, I’m okay. I’m awake.” A yawn that threatened to suck all the air from the room negated her statement. “I’m not being a particularly good hostess.”
Micah stroked her cheek.
She must’ve known, or maybe she just wanted to touch him as badly as he wanted to touch her, but Jenna took the condom from him and rolled it down his cock. Fingertips, heat, pressing him there…and there.
If she could prepare him…
He trailed fingers over her stomach and down to the heart of her. He played with the curls shielding her pussy, drenched from her earlier orgasm, before sliding inside. Soft, giving flesh, hot and wet, surrounded his fingers. Slick and ready for him, Jenna moaned, hips lifting into his caresses. He stroked up through her folds, circling her clit. Gasping, she flexed her hand around his dick, dragging him against her heat.
Taking her hand, he tangled their fingers together. Bodies together. One push, one breath, one heartbeat…he pressed all the way inside of Jenna.
Fuck, it was too much. Too good. Too hot. Too right. He couldn’t turn away, couldn’t stop staring into her blue, blue eyes and seeing everything he wanted reflected there. He pulled back, thrust deeper. The welcoming give of her body, her panted breaths, the way she lifted to meet his every stroke, like she couldn’t stand the separation any more than he could, even though they both knew the return trip would be sweeter still.
She was trembling now, or maybe they both were, feeling too much, building too high, too fast. With their bodies moving together, Micah braced his weight on his elbows and legs and framed her face with both hands. He rubbed a thumb over her lips, fingers brushing over cheeks and eyebrows. She centered him, even while she made him lose control.
Closing her eyes, she kissed his palm, and when her gaze returned, she gave him the softest of smiles which seemed to glow from within.
It was a lightning strike, a direct line from her smile to his dick. It flooded his senses until he couldn’t breathe, and every bit of his come and heat and need poured out of him and into her. Through it all he watched her face, tasted her orgasm in the hot breaths she panted against his mouth, felt her body pulse around him in ecstasy.
And he smiled.
Chapter Six
A song playing too loud and too close dragged Jenna from sleep. Hazy, gray light filtered through her blinds. Her neighbor TJ didn’t normally blast her tunes this early. Jenna tried to bury her head beneath her pillow, but it moved with a rumbled, “Shit, m’sorry.”
Micah. He was her pillow—her blanket too—and both peeled away from her, removing comfort and lots of warm, solid flesh she’d spent most of last night getting rather familiar with and enjoying quite fabulously.
He cursed some more while fumbling with something on the floor. Finally the song stopped.
“’ello,” Micah mumbled as he settled back on the edge of the bed and rubbed a hand down his face. “Damn. Yeah. Sorry. I’m not there… No, don’t worry ’bout it. I’ll get myself to set this morning.” He sighed. “Yeah, thanks. That way I don’t have to. Steve’s gonna be pissed… I know. But I won’t hold up production.” Another pause. “Thanks, man.”
He shut off his phone and tossed it onto his jeans on the floor. Muscles flexed in his arms and back as his hands ran roughshod over his face and hair. Mmm, that was all kinds of nice to wake up to.
Attempting grace before coffee wasn’t easy, yet somehow Jenna untangled herself from the sheets and slid across the mattress to rest her cheek against the back of Micah’s neck. He was warm. Smelled good too. “G’morning.”
“Hey, gorgeous. Sorry my phone woke you.” Micah turned and kissed her, the softest brush of mouth to mouth, his hand curving around her neck to play with her hair. “Not sorry I got to kiss you goodbye though. Go back to sleep. I’ll see myself out.”
“No, I’m okay. I’m awake.” A yawn that threatened to suck all the air from the room negated her statement. “I’m not being a particularly good hostess.”
Micah stroked her cheek.
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