Frigid Affair(40)

“I’ll try to keep up.”

I snickered against his mouth. “You better. I expect a repeat performance, and then another after that.”

“I’m pretty sure I remember a shower and the best head of my life. Is that in the cards for me tonight?”

I grinded my body, digging my crotch against the center of his pants. “It’s very possible.”

Jensen ran his hands up the front of my chest, underneath the wire to my bra. My boobs popped out, and in no time at all he was sucking on one of my nipples while pinching the other.

I don’t know about anyone else, but after being abstinent for a good amount of time the mere brush of someone else’s body causes an intense reaction. The fact that his lips were attached to my breast only heightened the situation. My body arched as a soft moan escaped me. Being with Jensen had nothing to do with sexual deprivation. I wanted him. I wanted his hands on me, his lips kissing me, and his thick cock inside of me.

I reached down and started fidgeting with his pants, eager to break his stiff package free.

“In a hurry,” he asked.

“Yeah, take off your pants while I get on my knees. I want you in my mouth.”

Apparently when a woman says something like that to a man he reacts quickly, as if he’s on a time limit. If only they did it for other reasons instead of sexual gratification. Once his jeans were around his ankles I yanked them off. He lowered his boxers, allowing me to remove them the same way. His rigid cock bounced up, catching my immediate attention. I licked my lips and narrowed in on the prize, letting go of all the reasons being with him was a terrible idea. As soon as I took him into my mouth I savored the smooth feel of his long shaft against my tongue. While my saliva traveled down the circumference, I sucked on the very tip, sticking my tongue in his little hole. He breathed in a bout of air only to exhale it out loudly. His hands dug into the fabric on the couch as I bobbed my head, taking him in as far as my throat would allow. The back of my hand located his balls. They were warm to the touch and also hard, reminding me how much he needed an explosive outcome.

While I continued savoring his awesome bulge, my hand traveled up his hairy inner thigh. I let my fingernails tickle the sides while I continued with the same rapid pace of sucking. His palm landed on the top of my head and soon I could feel him grabbing a bunch of my hair in order to control my movements. He pushed me down on his supple cock further, causing me to gag. He did it again and again, getting off on the fact that I was still managing his large size.

I could tell he was close. I knew his release would be an explosion of pent up fulfillment, so I pulled away, diving down lower to lick up the center part of his balls. I drug my tongue up the back of his shaft and spit on the tip, dragging my saliva around before sucking his length back in between my hungry lips.

His cock jerked, Jensen’s ass lifting off the sofa when it became to much to handle. I could taste his salty release as it shot against my tonsils, causing me to swallow immediately. I kept my lips tightly surrounding him until I knew he was spent, and then I backed away, wiping my face and waiting to be equally rewarded.

While he leaned back to take a second for himself, I dropped my pajama pants, kicking them off of my ankles one at a time. My breasts were already underneath my bra from him playing with them earlier, so I unfastened the clasp and dropped it beside me. Standing naked in front of him made me feel empowered. He took me in, inch by inch, his eyes making a trail as they moved. I spread my legs and reached one hand up to graze over my right nipple. It was hard already, but tingled as I made contact. With slow movement, I glided the back of my hand down my abdomen until I reached the base of my *. I circled over it, keeping my eyes focused on him watching me. “Is this what you want? Do you remember how I taste?”

He took his cock in his hand, limp and lying to the side, then began slapping it against his skin as if to wake it up quicker. “I think you need to get over here so I can be reminded.”

Instead of following his directions, I motioned with my finger for him to come to me. Then I backed up until I was closer to the area rug in front of the fire. I got down on my knees and then laid on my back, my * the first thing in his view. Like a wild animal he crouched down and came toward me, sliding his hands up my thighs until he was positioned between my legs. “Your * is already wet.”

I took his head and pushed his face into my *. “Clean me off.”

The second his tongue flicked my throbbing clit I was lost in waves of euphoria. My hunger for him was only increasing as we reacquainted ourselves with each other. I’d forgotten how much pleasure he’d given me, and now that it was fresh in my head I wondered if I’d be able to resist wanting him over and over again.

Little did I know, the bond we shared with Christopher was turning into something neither of us expected. I was overwhelmed by the pleasure he offered, forgetting about the past, the pain, and all the reasons we shouldn’t be together. While in his hold nothing else mattered. I wanted him, and it was obvious he felt the same. Once again we got carried away in each other. This newfound relationship could be the end of everything if we let it consume us. Only time would tell if we could build something out of the ashes we’d been living in, but for the first time I was ready to find out if it was possible.





Chapter 17


He devoured me like his favorite dessert, savoring every single place his lips were able to reach. He picked me up and carried me to his bed, laying me down on the soft fabric of the comforter and spreading my legs so he could climb in between them. He was slow and endearing, kissing me more, while using his hands to pleasure me in other places.