Page 46 of High Density

“I thought you’d be asleep.”

“I wish,” she returns in a soft voice. “My mind won’t shut up.”

“I can help with that,” I offer.

“Would you?”

She won’t have to ask twice. Hell, she didn’t have to ask at all. I’m already pulling my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. My hands stop on the waistband of my sweatpants. My boxer briefs are currently tumbling in the dryer so I went commando. I’d better leave these on for now.

“Don’t stop. Take it off,” Janey says, pushing herself up on an elbow in bed. “All of it.”

My cock jumps free the moment I shove my sweats down my hips. I was already at half-mast just walking into her bedroom, but it didn’t take much to get me rock-hard. When I kick off my sweats and straighten up, I find her eyes on me, taking in every inch. It almost feels like a caress and I instinctively wrap a fist around my length, stroking slowly.

“Jesus,”she mutters.

Then she sits up, the covers falling down to her waist and her dark hair draping over her naked shoulders. The slopes of her heavy breasts look pale in the moonlight, their tight peaks dark in contrast.

Jesus, indeed.

I already have a knee on the mattress when she flips aside the covers, revealing all of herself as she leans back against the pillows. My mouth waters at the lush curves softening the firm muscles underneath. Beautiful. There is nothing fragile about this woman, and it’s the strength and courage in the offer of her glorious body that has me falling for her even deeper.

If I could find adequate words, I’d tell her everything I’m feeling and thinking, but I’d rather show her. Grabbing an anklein each of my hands, I lift and spread her legs wide open, and let my eyes, hands, and mouth do the talking. Her skin is so soft under the rough calluses on my hands as I touch her reverently, brushing a fingertip through the slick folds when I find her trimmed curls.

Bending down, I inhale her essence as I nip at the inside of her thigh, testing the resilience of her flesh between my teeth. Her responding hiss stokes the fire in my belly.

I want to lap her up, eat her out, and make her come with my mouth over and over. But this isn’t about what I want, this is about what she needs, so I make do with a few strokes of my tongue before I continue my way up her body.

Her hands explore unapologetically in return. Her nails raking along my back as I carefully roll a nipple between my teeth.

“Please…” she whimpers, reaching down to dig her fingers into the globes of my ass.

The crown of my cock butts against her slick folds, and I groan softly as I lift my hips. I had the presence of mind to pack a condom in my wallet, but left it sitting on the hall table by the front door.

“Under my pillow,” Janey shares, a gleam in her blue eyes as I shove my hand underneath and come up with a foil wrapper.

She’d clearly been more prepared than I was. It takes me a few seconds to roll on the condom and resume my position between her thighs. Then I kiss her, deep and slow.

“Please…” she repeats against my lips, her hold on my ass a bit firmer now.

She feels hot and tight as I sink into her. My eyes almost roll back in my head when I feel her entire body clamp down on me. Her legs wrap around my hips and her hands on my ass push me deeper. I try to be gentle, but she’s strong, and when she encourages me to go hard, I give in.

Sweat is running down my face and my heart is beating out of control, as I follow the pace she sets. At some point I slip out, sit up on my knees, and lift her legs in the air, before plunging back in. She feels every inch of me as I piston inside her in this position.

Her body shakes with the force of her orgasm, and when I follow moments later, I don’t fare much better.

My heart rate is still coming down, and my knees are still weak when I return to bed after getting rid of the condom. I brought a wet washcloth for Janey, but she’s already curled up on her side, fast asleep.

Discarding the washcloth, I slip between the covers and curl my body around hers.

It’s the last thing I remember.

Chapter Fourteen

Janey

“Is she okay to race?”

I tie off the last stitch and smile at the worried young woman.

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