Page 29 of Neighbors With Benefits

“I could let you,” I said. “But I want more.”

“More?” he asked in a teasing voice.

I bit my lip and nodded. The only word I could get out was, “More.”

He gave my clit a few more parting swirls with his tongue, then rose from the ground. He kissed me roughly, lips and tongue saturated with my taste, and then he lifted me into his arms and placed me on the counter like I was a sack of flour.

Then his fingers danced underneath the elastic of my panties and finally pulled them all the way off, throwing them over his shoulder. They landed on the bowl of apples next to the sink, red fabric on red fruit.

“I’m pretty sure this is a health code violation,” I said while he nuzzled my neck.

“Good thing there’s no health inspector at Chez Jazz,” he replied.

He finally dropped his sweatpants, revealing a dick that was long and as stiff as could be. I reached out and caressed the soft skin, feeling the heat radiating off of it, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking while he groaned.

An alarmed expression crossed his sexy face. “I didn’t bring a condom with me,” he said.

“I don’t care,” I breathed, pulling his hard length toward me. “I want you now.”

His eyes widened with lust, but he hesitated. “Are you sure…”

“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I’m clean. I know I don’t have anything. As long as you…”

It was an awkward thing to ask a guy, especially in the throes of passion. Hey, do you have any weird sex diseases? But Aiden didn’t take offense, and he shook his head.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he said. “And I had a full physical last year.”

I pulled him toward me. “There’s no better time than now. I don’t want anything between us.”

His cock throbbed in agreement in my hand.

He kissed me so passionately, so deeply, that it took my breath away. I continued stroking him, pulling him toward my wet, waiting lips. I rubbed the crown against my entrance, coatinghim in my juices. Then Aiden put a hand on my hip for support and pushed deep inside me, taking over.

I leaned back on my elbows on the kitchen counter and moaned as he finally filled me. I didn’t notice much of a difference without a condom, but Aiden let out a rumbling groan of pleasure that told me just how amazing it felt for him. His fingers dug into my hip as he held himself inside me.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

He leaned over me, dark hair falling across his face. “Better than I imagined. Christ, Jazz…”

The visible nature of his pleasure enhanced my own, and I moaned as he began thrusting with nothing separating us.

“I wish. I could show you. Howgoodyou feel,” he breathed.

I leaned toward his lips. “I can tell.”

Aiden pumped into me for a few seconds, then suddenly looked to his left. He grabbed one of the electric beaters that we had used to mix cookie dough. He removed the metal beater from the end, then flipped the switch. The whole thing hummed, but nothing on the outside moved without the attachment.

“What are you—”

I cut off as he pressed the machine against my mound. The vibrations from the electric machine cascaded into my clit, stimulating me in a way I had never experienced before.

“Ohh!” I cried out.

He removed the makeshift vibrator. “Was that too much?”

I grabbed his hand and pulled it back against my clit. Immediately I was overwhelmed with powerful waves of ecstasy, like the volume on the radio station was finally crankedwayup.

Aiden responded to my moans by fucking me urgently, slamming his dick into me hard enough to shake the entirecountertop against the wall with dull, mutedthumps. I came within seconds, an overpowering orgasm that hit me like a freight train and then carried me along the tracks for miles, and miles, andmilesof bliss.

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