Page 25 of Taking Jenny
She kissed me hard, her hands gripping the back of my neck, her chest flush with mine. Her breath hitched as she ground down again, and her moan sent a shudder through me.
“Is this okay?” she whispered, her lips brushing mine.
“Yes,” I breathed, voice rough, wrecked.
“Do you want more?”
“I want whatever you want to give me.”
“Tell me what you want, Tiger.”
“You. I wantyou, Jenny.”
She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “I’m not untouched. So I know where this can lead. I just want to make sure you do. I don’t want you to ever regret this.”
“Being untouched doesn’t mean anything sacred to me,” I said, brushing the backs of my fingers along her cheek. “But you do.”
She stared at me for a long moment, then whispered, “Are you sure?”
I nodded, the answer not just in my words, but in the way I grabbed her ass and flipped us, rolling her beneath me onto the bed. She laughed, a sound that turned to a moan as I ground myself against her heat, kissing her like I couldn’t get enough.
“You feel sure,” she purred playfully, eyes half-lidded as she arched beneath me.
“You feel like fire,” I rasped, kissing her throat, her collarbone, the upper swells of her breasts. I cupped one gently, reverently, my thumb brushing her hardened nipple through the dress. Her back arched into my touch, a gasp tumbling from her lips.
“I want to touchallof you.” She was so small and soft compared to me, and I wanted to see more. “But I don’t want to tear anything.”
She smiled wickedly and pushed me back. “Don’t move.”
With a flick of her hands, she slid the straps down her arms, shimmied out of her dress, and tossed it aside. Her bra and panties followed in quick succession—soft fabric matching the tone of her skin. Then, she lay before me, gloriously bare.
“Now you,” she said, staring up at me with lust-filled eyes.
I hesitated, heart hammering, but I nodded. I slid out of my trousers and prayed to every star above that she wouldn’t laugh.
Instead, her breath caught when my painfully erect cock sprang free. “Oh. Oh my.”
I looked down at myself. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” she said, voice husky. “Your body is just…very proportionate.Everywhere.”
I frowned. “I’m not sure how you mean.”
Jenny leaned up on her elbows, a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “It means you’re bigger than any man I’ve ever been with. We’re going to need to go slow and be careful because you are packing alotof inches.”
I nodded. “Whatever you need.”
She laid back on the bed, bare and breathtaking, beckoning me with a crooked finger and a sultry smile that made my heart punch against my ribs. “Come here, Tiger.”
I crawled toward her, awe rendering me almost shy. But when I touched her ankle and pressed a kiss to the delicate skin there, a new kind of confidence bloomed inside me. Her soft gasp fed it.
I kissed up her leg and used my tongue to savor the taste of her skin. “Traditionally, when a Ladrian couple joins kisses aren’t exchanged.”
“Oh?” she asked, breathless.
“Bites are,” I murmured, and I nipped her inner thigh gently.
She gasped again, louder. My name on her lips turned to a moan as I grazed my teeth along the sensitive inside of her thigh, just enough to make her whimper and squirm. Her fingers tangled in my hair, not to guide, just to anchor herself to the moment. To me.
