Page 20 of Boys of Fall

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Autumn

“Want to help me?” I asked as Jerry hovered over me.

His fingers already on the button of my jeans twitched. Then he gave the clasp a solid jerk. Never taking his gaze off my face, he lowered the zipper one slow tick at a time. My heart pounded faster as he reached the last set of teeth holding the zipper closed.

His hand was cool on my stomach, sliding slowly around the hip. Rolling me toward him allowed his fingers to move lower. Under the edge of my panties, he inhaled sharply, and I listed toward him. My own hunger pooled between my thighs as he palmed the cheek. His skin had warmed to match mine, and he gently flexed the fingers. A soft sound caressed my ear in the quick puffs of his breath. They stroked my neck with heat as he kissed the bend.

Arching toward him, I hooked a leg over his thigh and pulled him closer. His cock pressed into my stomach. Hard and thick, the way I’d imagined.

He rolled over me and sat back on his heels between my thighs. Reaching forward, he grasped my waistband and slowly worked the jeans over my hips. I lifted for him and they slid down my legs. Grabbing my ankles, he rested my feet on his shoulder and worked the denim off. His eyes never left my face. He slipped off one sock, then the other, and pressed a tickling kiss to my ankle. Callouses on his palms added a little extra as he slid his hands up and down my bare legs.

“Gorgeous,” he said and gripped my ankles to bring them around in front and plant the bottoms of my feet firmly on the blanket.

I let him pull me to my knees. His body trembled under my hands, and his next kiss told me exactly how much that simple act of undressing me had pleased him.

“Turn around for me.”

My heart pounded faster as I slowly turned.

“I can go slower if you need me to,” he whispered and moved my hair over one shoulder. “I don’t want to rush.” His lips were hot and wet over the pulse thundering in my neck. When he sucked lightly on the skin, I’d have sworn he was drawing my clit into his mouth.

“I’m okay,” I moaned and pushed back against him.

His hand fisted the t-shirt against my stomach, and he moved against my hip. The slip of satin panties barely anything between us. I gasped at the hardness of him straining to be free of his jeans.

I let him guide me down to my forearms in front of him. Looking back over one shoulder, I widened my knees.

“Take them off for me.”

Jerry’s hands trembled as he slipped his fingers under the delicate edge of elastic. The slide of the satin on my skin added an extra sensation. He dragged them down my thighs to rest at the back of my knees.

His eyes rolled up to meet my gaze as he pressed a soft kiss at the base of my spine.

Tingles shot out from the point of contact, and I rocked on my knees toward his mouth, creating even more sway in my back. My face coming to rest on the pillow as his hands smoothed over each hip, down the outside of my thigh, climbing the roundness of each cheek before tracing my spine and repeating the circuit.

I couldn’t take much more, or I’d be begging him to push his face into my pussy. And I needed to see him first.

“Your turn.” I raised up on my hands to twist and sit in front of him, kicking the panties off in the process.

Jerry blinked at me, hands hovering over where he’d just had his hands on my body. The loss of it on his face almost made me whirl and present my ass for him again.

“I won’t take long then you can play with my ass some more,” I promised and that earned me a smile. “Now you spin for me.”

Jerry wiggled around on his knees until his back was to me. “All yours.”

Is he really all mine? I paused. He seems to be all in.

As if reading my mind he looked at me over his shoulder. “I plan on you being the last one in my pants too, you know.”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him from behind and pressed my face between his shoulder blades.

“And my heart.” His voice rumbled under my ear. “That is, if you want to be.”

I nodded against his back, and he squeezed my hands before moving them down to the button of his jeans. “I’m anxious to get back to your ass.”

I snorted a laugh and worked his button and zipper open. The jeans came down to his knees easy, and I caressed the backs of his hard thighs. The flesh shivered under my palms and my inner muscles clamped down with the need to take everything he had to offer. Power arced under my hands, and I knew he’d give me what I longed for, had craved from other lovers.

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