“Fuck,” I cried. “Yes!”
I needed more.
I needed him.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
We were moving again, and I suddenly felt a counter beneath me, realizing we were in his kitchen. Using my feet, I dropped his sweatpants to his ankles. Now that nothing separated us, I expected him to thrust inside me.
But that didn’t happen.
His mouth found me instead.
Once he bent my knees and spread my legs over the stone, he began to feed on me. He licked my clit, fingering me, pinching my nipples. He wasn’t going slow, teasing me like he’d done in the past.
This was fast.
Hard.
Dominant licks that had one purpose.
To make me scream.
And I was doing just that, unable to hold in my moans, unable to stop my legs from shaking.
I gripped the edge of the counter with one hand, pulling his hair with the other. “Yesss!” I shouted. “Your fucking tongue.”
I couldn’t stop the orgasm.
His mouth, his fingers, causing the friction I needed.
And within a few more flicks, I was squirming over the countertop. “Jenner!” I tugged his short strands, rocking my hips forward, my stomach shuddering from the waves that flooded through me. “Oh God.”
When I finally stilled, he stood, licking me off his lips. “Jesus …” He paused, shaking his head. “Watching you come is so fucking sexy.”
His hair was ruffled because of me.
His body was ripped.
His cock so hard that the bead at the tip was ready to drip.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
It was like he was reading my thoughts.
My feelings identical.
And the truth was, I didn’t want him to be able to get enough of me.
I wanted him to want me.
I wanted him to need me.
I especially wanted him to crave me.
“Show me, Jenner.”
His finger landed on my lips, one that had been inside me, the wetness still there. “Don’t move.”
He left me on the counter, and when he returned a few seconds later, he was lifting a foil packet toward his mouth, tearing the corner with his teeth. Once the rubber was in his hand, he pumped his cock a few times and said, “Suck it.”
I couldn’t do that from this position, so I slid off, landing on my feet, and knelt on his kitchen floor.
The moment I had his cock in my hand, I moaned, “God, I missed this.”
And I did.
Every time I fingered myself, I thought of his dick.
Every time I pressed my vibrator against my clit, I thought of his mouth.
Jenner was who I fantasized about.
He was the man of my dreams.
And now, as I licked around his crown, tasting the sweet sexiness of his skin, swallowing the drop of pre-cum, those dreams were coming true.
But I needed more.
I surrounded his head, sucking the tip.
“Yesss,” he hissed. “Fuck.”
An urgency had been building inside me since the flight over, and his throbbing hard-on told me he wanted this as much as I did. There was no reason to tease, to take my time. It was all about pleasure at this point.
My hand dropped to his base, meeting my lips in the middle, and I bobbed over the top of him.
Up and down.
I swiveled around his crown with my tongue, diving down to the center of him and back up. With each plunge, he gripped my hair, guiding me deeper.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “That’s it.”
There was nothing hotter than this view, than to look up at Jenner from this angle, past his etched muscles and patches of hair to a face that was so incredibly handsome.
And an expression that was filled with pleasure.
Pleasure I was giving him.
I couldn’t handle it.
Our eyes connected, his gaze almost rabid, his hips moving with me, every exhale ending in a moan.
All because of me.
Because of my mouth.
“Come here,” he ordered, and he pulled me up and placed me back on the counter.
The moment I landed, he rolled the condom on and instantly buried his cock inside me in one quick, hard, satisfying thrust.
“Jenner!”