One More Time(24)

“You start,” I say.

“Right...”

There is a little tone of hesitation in Jenna’s response – like she isn’t sure about something. But what? I look up from my script and find her staring at me. Why? Is she nervous or uncomfortable? Does she not know how to approach this scene? Or is she doing something to get into character?

Whatever it is, she needs to stop because it’s making me crazy. With her leaning, I can’t help but stare directly at that black bra peeking through her shirt, and the big, round breasts pressing up against the fabric. Fuck. I can see the outline of her nipples, hard in the air-conditioning, and my cock jumps in response.

Finally, Jenna starts. “How was your day, love?”

I have to look down to read my line, thank god. “Eh. Fine. I missed you.”

She takes a step toward me. “AAww, what did you miss about me?”

I look down for my next line, then I notice that’s not what she was supposed to say. Grace is supposed say, “That’s sweet.”

My throat suddenly feels tight and the air, electric.

“Where do I start?” I ask, thinking about how much I’ve missed the smell of her on my pillows and seeing her favorite coffee mug in my sink every morning and staying up late to watch bad television while cheating on our diets with a bag of microwave popcorn.

I decide to keep the discussion on a physical level. That’s what she wants to hear.

I close the space between us at the counter and move my arm back behind her. Jenna looks down at my arm then her fingers reach over and touch the muscles around my biceps. She curls her lips, giving me an almost angry glare.

“Start somewhere good. You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

The edge in her voice makes my dick throb.

“I missed your perfect ass,” I say.

“Not good enough,” Jenna replies.

“I missed the sound of you moaning for more, like when I fingered you inside your trailer.”

“Like this?” Jenna asks, and then leans over and moans in my ear, shooting a pulse up and down my entire body. “Do you want more of that?”

I nod then grab her hand and place it on my dick so she can feel how hard she has me.

“Well then, there are some things I want too.”

There is an intensity in Jenna’s eyes that I’ve never seen before. They’re narrow and pointed in a sexy, devilish way. It makes me want to pick her up, run her over to the giant king bed and throw her down. Instead, she makes the first move. She closes her fingers around my shirt and pulls me in closer.

“Fuck me, Tanner,” she says. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

I take my hands and cradle her face then kiss her deeply. All those hours of pent up energy I’ve been holding find their outlet in her as she tangles her tongue with mine.

I grab her around the waist and lift her up onto the counter. The thin fabric of her shorts gives easily, as I rip it right down the seam. She squeals in surprise, and I grin. I toss the now-useless scrap on the floor and pull her panties down her thighs, leaving her to kick them off as I dive forward, intent on my goal. She’s wet already, and I’m eager to taste her glistening liquid, to lick it clean off her slit. But first I run my tongue up and down her thighs, gently.

“Hurry,” she urges, and I comply.

When my tongue delves in and up her smooth inner lips, I’m not sure which one of us moans louder. She still tastes like strawberries. She still tastes like heaven.

Aware of her urgency, I don’t savor this moment the way I want to, instead, I use my tongue to bring her to the edge of orgasm as quickly as I can, until she’s begging me for release, for just one more lick to send her flying.

And then I don’t.

The earth is going to shatter when I let her come, which means putting it off once or twice first. I stand up and move to rip the t-shirt off Jenna’s body, but she’s one step ahead of me.

“God, Jenna,” I say as I take in the perfect shape of her round breasts. They’re so full, so luscious. I want them in my hands, now. I slide both my hands up her stomach and cup them as I kiss her again, this time sharing her taste with her.

“I need you,” she says, pulling back from my mouth, and then she jumps into my arms, straddling my body with her strong legs, her warm pussy pressing against my dick. I’m so hard that just the thought of what’s about to happen has me on the edge, and she knows it, squirming against me and moaning in my ear.

I walk us both over to the bed and lower her down on the mattress. I’m ready for another taste of her, but she stops me by grabbing my face. Then she flips us over so that I’m pinned down between her legs at my middle and arms at my chest.

“My turn,” she says. Then she unbuttons my shirt and pants, peeling them both off in a matter of seconds. I reach out to feel the searing heat of her skin against my fingers, but she’s already moving out of my reach.

I groan in frustration, but when I feel her hand wrap around my shaft, I’m groaning for an entirely different reason.

“Hard and fast,” she says, bending down to swirl her tongue around my crown.

“But—” I start to protest, wanting to take my time, wanting to finish teasing her.

And then the next thing I know she has my cock deep inside her mouth. I feel my whole body throb as I let out a long growl.