Page 33 of The Stud Next Door (Frisky Business 3)
I push her against the wall more confidently now, groaning when I feel the hot center of her core against my abdomen. While Jessa pulls my shirt loose from my pants, popping button after button, I make it my life’s mission to taste every square inch of her neck. When I find a particularly sensitive spot, just over the fluttering of her pulse, Jessa arches her back and murmurs in approval.
“Oh wow, that’s good,” she whispers, and the words make my desire for her swell even more than I thought possible.
Fuck. My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans, desperate for her. Slow down, Connor.
“Should I take us into my bedroom?”
It’s gotta be her choice.
“Yes.” Her tone is sure.
Keeping my grip on her thighs, I spin us around and move down the hall toward my bedroom. Jessa continues to rub herself against me, her bare foot caressing my lower back while keeping us locked together in a tight embrace. It’s hard enough to walk with a mammoth erection in your jeans, let alone with the woman of your dreams rocking her hips against you and making it damn near impossible to focus on anything but sliding deep inside her.
I don’t know how we make it to the bed, but we do. As I lay her down, she pulls me into her, wrapping her arms around my neck and capturing my lips with hers in a searing kiss. I tug at the zipper of her dress, help her shimmy the garment off her body, and then toss it aside where it lands in a heap next to the bed. She kicks off her remaining shoe and leans down to kiss me.
Her blue eyes sparkle in the lamplight, her cheeks flushed a deep pink as I unabashedly drink in the masterpiece that is her body. I’m awed at the sight of her splayed across my sheets with only the tiny scrap of black cloth nestled low on her hips remaining. Her breasts are full and flushed, her nipples as pink as cotton candy. And probably just as sweet.
This woman had the nerve to go on a date with me braless, and I had no goddamn idea.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips against one peaked nipple.
Jessa arches her back in pleasure, sending the pert flesh between my lips. I swirl my tongue against it, relishing the throaty groan that earns.
“Fuck, Connor . . .”
I nibble softly against the taut skin, letting my eager hands grope and fondle her breasts like I’ve done in my mind a hundred times before. All those peeks at her cleavage I’ve shamed myself for . . . and yet I never could have imagined how unbelievably gorgeous her body truly is. Not until now. I release one nipple, moving to the other one while soothing the first with my thumb.
“Oh God.” She moans between incoherent gasps, her hips moving up and down as if to tell me here next, please.
I’m more than happy to oblige.
I lean back only long enough to pull my shirt the rest of the way off and lower myself to my knees at the bedside. I pull Jessa down the bed until her quivering legs are draped over my shoulders and her wet, hot panties are just a couple of inches from my lips. The heat emanating from her is making me drowsy with desire. It’s almost too much to bear, so I press a chaste kiss to the damp cotton. Hearing her gasp, I look up from between her thighs.
“Can I?” I ask, one finger trailing the slight indentation in the soft fabric where she’s most wet.
Her body rolls with pleasure, a whimper trickling from her lips. As soon as the word yes reaches my ears, I pull the fabric aside and get to work licking, sucking, and laving at the slick flesh of her core. Jessa quivers with each circle and flick of my tongue, her fingers sliding through my hair as I discover what makes her whimper and what makes her beg.
Just when I feel her beginning to buck with pleasure, I slowly dip one finger inside her, moving until I feel her walls close around me, torrents of raw pleasure washing over her as she sighs my name on the end of a desperate cry.
While she recovers, I spend my time tracing shapes across her thighs with my lips as her hips continue to twitch with the remnants of what I hope was a very good orgasm. Kneeling here, with the smell of her in the air and the taste of her on my lips . . . it’s damn near spiritual.
She chuckles breathlessly. “Hey, Connor?”
I grin, nibbling at the plushness of her thigh. “Yeah?”
“You’re really good at that.”
I laugh. “Thank you.”
“I mean it, like, woo.” Jessa sighs happily. “Inspiring.”
