She didn't have to tell him; he could feel the way her pussy was clenching, tighter and tighter as her orgasm approached.
"Come on baby. Come with me. Explode with me, sweetheart. Come with me now."
On cue, she arched back, her body trembling violently, the sudden movement pushing him over the edge, too. They shattered together, the pieces of their souls dancing and combining together, ensuring that they could never truly be apart again.
"This is an A-plus, perfect chest." Jenna sighed, the sound so full of contentment it seemed to fill Reece's soul. They'd ended up recuperating on the floor. Now, she rolled over, then straddled him, her finger tracing the lines of his tattoos, the pressure just enough to keep a current of electricity coursing through him and his cock on red alert. "Just so we're clear, this perfect chest is my property now, right?"
"All yours," he assured her, then cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for a kiss to seal the promise.
"Mine to do with as I will," she continued, sliding down his body, and replacing the finger she'd been using to trace his tats with her tongue.
"Christ, Jenna. It's past eleven. We need to put some clothes on before someone gets to work."
"To tease and to enjoy," she continued, ignoring him. "Mine," she repeated, as she let her naked body slide up his, until his cock was nestled against her ass and her mouth brushed over his. She wiggled her hips, and he groaned as his cock stiffened painfully. "That, too, right?"
"Baby, I'm with you one-hundred percent."
She slid her hand down, then stroked him before shifting her hips once again to position the tip of his cock at her entrance. The condom was long gone in the trash, but he was too far gone to even think about stopping her. Besides, he'd been tested recently, and he knew he was clean. And he knew Jenna well enough to know she wouldn't have unprotected sex unless she was, too. "Dominion," she whispered, taking the tip of him inside her. "Control," she continued, sliding further down, taking him in deeper.
She sat up, her hands at his waist, her teeth grazing her lower lip. "Ownership," she said, and in time with the word, she thrust down hard, arching back and taking him all the way inside her.
He lifted his head, saw the way she was pistoning on his cock, and nearly blew his wad right then. But no, he wanted to come with her this time, and he reached down, his fingers finding her clit. "Don't stop," he ordered, painfully aroused by the vision of her naked body riding him, by the sensation of her wet folds against his fingers and the hard, tight nub of her clit. The way her breasts bounced and the sweet, aroused noises she made, like tiny squeaks of passion.
She was close--he could feel it. Her pussy clenching tight around him, her wild yet rhythmic movements. He was close, too. Ready to explode, so close in fact he wasn't sure he could hold back any longer. "Come with me, baby," he ordered, then slid his slick finger around to her backside and slipped it just barely into her tight little ass, and was rewarded by an instantaneous, surprising orgasm.
"Holy crap," she said when she'd stopped gasping. "That was incredible. I've never done that."
"I'm glad. I own you, you know. All of you."
"Oh, yes, you definitely do," she sighed, her body warm against his. Then she pushed herself up and eyed him with renewed purpose. "But to get back to what I was saying before," she began, and he bur
st out laughing.
"What?"
"Well, it's not that I don't trust you, but I'm not sure why you're putting me to such an evaluation. Then again, maybe I do have an idea. I just hope that I'm wrong."
She grimaced, then rolled to prop herself up on her elbow. "I was just thinking that you're almost as fine as a piece of art. Hell, maybe finer."
"Uh-huh."
"And fine art should be displayed."
"No."
"Reece..." Her voice trailed off into a plea.
"No," he repeated, then pushed himself up onto his elbows. "And unless we want to get caught with our hands in each other's cookie jars, we need to get dressed. Tyree's been coming in early these days.
"Dammit, Reece, don't make me beg. I want you in the calendar contest."
He kissed the tip of her nose. "No."
"But--"
"I'll strip for you, but not for a camera. And definitely not for the crowd at The Fix."
"But--"