Page 34 of Jilted
He knew what she was going to say. What if it’s not good? What if we’re not sexually compatible? What if, after we do it, we decide we didn’t like it? Or something along those lines. He wouldn’t let those thoughts, those doubts and fears ruin this moment for them.
“Just relax, okay?” Brett winked, kissed her softly on the lips, and then moved down her body.
Brett stopped at her breasts, taking one into his mouth and the other into his hand. The feel of her hard nipple rubbing against his tongue and hardening between his fingers had his cock thickening with need. Slow down. He would not rush this. Oh no, he was going to take his time and explore every inch of her body until it was permanently ingrained in his mind and on his tongue.
Amy arched her back and speared her fingers into his hair. “Yeah,” she whispered and dragged his face up to hers.
He obliged and gave her exactly what she wanted – a kiss that was so hot and deep and passionate she ground her sex against his leg. Brett smiled against her lips and put his hand on her waist, pinning her to the bed.
“You’re making it very hard to take this slow,” he said.
“Going slow is overrated.” Amy pushed him off her and rolled on top of him.
The action took him by surprise, but he liked her aggressiveness and decided to go with it for the moment. “Now what are you going to do?”
She gave him another wicked smile. “This.” She pressed her lips to his chest, her tongue licking across his pecs and to his nipple.
He put one hand behind his head and used the other to hold her hair away from her face so that he could watch her, a deep, throaty groan escaping from him.
“And this.” Amy kissed down his torso to his belly button, swirling her tongue in his navel. It felt weird in an erotic sort of way.
“Oh, and this,” she said, curling her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tugging them down over his hips, allowing his cock to spring free in all its hard glory. She looked up at him under her lashes, and then wrapped her hand around his shaft, squeezing just enough to cause his hips to jerk up off the bed. Then she licked the ridge of his cockhead, drawing him deep into the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Sonofabitch her mouth was so hot and wet and... Christ, she was deep throating him! He sucked in a breath, his stomach hollowed, and his mouth was stuck in the shape of an O as he fought not to blow his wad already. What the hell? He wasn’t a horny, sex-starved teenager. Nor was this his first blow job. So why in the hell was he fighting to hold back his release so soon?
“Mmm.” She sucked on his head while stroking his shaft with her hand.
Her moans reverberated down his shaft and landed in his balls like a sack of bricks. That familiar tingling at the base of his spine started to spread through his body, and he knew he was going to lose it if he didn’t stop her.
“Amy.” He gathered her hair into his hands and was mesmerized by the sight of her pretty, pink lips wrapped around his cock. It was something he never thought he’d see, which only added to the intensity of it. “Holy shit that feels good.”
“Tastes good, too.” She looked at him, smiled, and licked her lips.
“Okay, that’s it.” Brett reached for her, flipped her over onto her back, and pinned her beneath his body. He found her lips and parted them with his tongue. Pouring everything he felt for her into that kiss, he left her wanting more as he slid down her body. “Now it’s my turn.” Brett removed her shorts and was shocked to find her shaved. He jerked his gaze up to hers and grinned.
“What?” she asked self-consciously.
Brett shook his head. “Nothing...it’s just...you’re full of surprises.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“You tell me.” He sat on his knees, took her hand, and put it on his cock. “Feel how hard you’ve made me?” She nodded and started to stroke him again. He felt his knees buckle as he leaned over to kiss her again. “I think it’s safe to say I like your surprises.”
Amy smiled. “Good.”
He lowered his body, and then his head between her legs and firmly kissed her mound before parting her folds. Licking up one side, and then down the other, he closed his eyes and savored the intoxicating sweetness of her.
Amy moaned when he sucked her clit into his mouth, then released it only to suck on it once again. No woman had ever tasted as good as she did, and he knew that he’d made the right decision to cross this line with her. With each flick of his tongue over her pussy, he was branding her, marking her as his. And each time she cried his name and moaned with pleasure, she solidified her place in his heart and body.
Amy bucked beneath him, her hips lifting to meet his mouth as she clutched at his hair. “Oh God, Brett, yes...”
He eased two fingers inside of her while continuing to tease her clit with his tongue. “You taste so good, so good.”
She tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close to coming. God, he wanted to taste her release on his tongue and on his hand and on his cock. Fucking Christ, he wanted all of her everywhere at once. Brett slipped another finger into her and pressed his thumb to her clit; then he moved up to her mouth, claiming her lips in a kiss.
Her fingernails dug into the hard flesh of his biceps, and her thighs clamped around his arm, making it difficult to move his fingers inside of her, but he persisted.
“Brett,” she whimpered into his mouth.
