One More Time(30)

Wait.

That was the argument I was going to make! I stare back at Jenna, half confused, and half wondering how long I have to wait to start method-acting another sex scene.

I mean, I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Should we maybe do some ‘character work’ in your trailer? Maybe right now?” I ask.

And Jenna replies with a smile.

Thank you, universe.





11





Jenna





I swear, we move at Jet level speed to get back to my trailer. I’m ready to tear every piece of clothing off Tanner’s body – to see his rippling muscles and touch my tongue to his silky skin. I also want this to last as long as humanly possible. Last night I wanted it fast—at least the first time. But now that I’m done for the day, now that I’m not second-guessing my decision, now that I know how goddamn good it will be…

I want to own him the way he owned me last night.

“I need you right now,” he says as he closes the trailer door behind us, presses me against the wall, and lowers his lips to my neck. “So bad,” he whispers huskily in my ear, the warmth of his breath giving me a shiver.

I step away from him, slowly, purposefully. I stay totally silent but make sure my eyes let him know that this isn’t me going cold again. This is me playing what is about to be a very, very fun game.

I drag my hand from my neck down my chest, across my collarbone and then around and around my breasts.

“What are you doing?” Tanner asks. “Besides driving me completely and totally insane.”

“I’m showing you where I want you to put your tongue.”

Tanner lets out a tiny moan, like it is literally paining him not to be inside me right now.

I fucking love it.

“Permission to approach?” he asks.

“Granted, but I’d just like a little nibble on my right ear first.”

Tanner moves over to me, then stops. He stands inches from my face and just stares at me.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious. “What is it?”

“I just want to take you all in, before you take me all in.” It’s cheesy, and he knows it, but it makes me smile, which was exactly his intention. How is it that Tanner still knows me so well?

But then, don’t I still know how to drive him crazy, too? Maybe this is why first love never seems to fade, because it imprints so deeply. He’s practically in my DNA.

Tanner cradles my face with his hands then draws me toward him and gives me that requested nibble around my ear. It’s bliss. His teeth graze my skin so that it pricks with delicious pain, the perfect amount.

Now I’m fretting because I gave his tongue a whole map to travel, and I’m wondering if I can I hold out that long before getting him inside of me.

I’m still fretting as he shifts his hand to the back of my chest and pulls me into him. I sink into his body, and with that one move all my wishful thinking about this slow moving indulgence is gone. His mouth meets mine and we kiss, slowly at first. We both know how fast and fiery it can get if we don’t deliberately take our time.

But that kiss grows and intensifies. Seconds later I’m totally absorbed. Our tongues are dancing in a paced and perfect rhythm. My heart starts to beat in step with every jut and dart and lick. It’s bringing me to a place I haven’t been in years, a depth of intimacy that I thought I’d left in the past with Tanner.

I want this kiss to last forever.

Then, Tanner pressing up against me reminds me that there is much more beyond our mouths. I feel his rock hard cock against my leg, and I remember I want that too.

I move his maddeningly soft lips from my own mouth down along my neck. Tanner responds just as I’d hoped. He licks my skin then gives me tiny sucks that send chills up and down my body. I moan, which just makes him nip and suck a little harder.

I have to have more.

I take Tanner’s head and move it down to my breasts.

“Permission to nibble on these too?” Tanner asks.

Instead of saying anything, I arch myself toward him, my body telling him all he needs to know. I’m overwhelmed by his scent, his warmth, his proximity. Tanner James is a force of nature, and the hurricane of desire he’s stirred up in me is a raging Category Five.

Slowly, slowly, he unbuttons the black silky shirt that I’d thrown on after taking off the sports bra I was wearing in the scene we just shot. He doesn’t tear it off like I expected. I watch as he leisurely undoes each and every button with the same fingers that I’m wishing were in between my legs.

I wait, semi-patiently, for him to discover what’s waiting for him.

Who the hell am I kidding? The wait is killing me.

“Fuck, yes,” he says as he finishes with the last button and peels the shirt off my shoulders and arms to discover that I didn’t put my own bra back on in Wardrobe, instead enjoying the feel of my breasts against the soft fabric as I’d made my way over to him with exactly this moment in mind.

Now I’m standing in front of him, naked and exposed.

I don’t need to look down to know that my nipples are pink-tipped and rock hard. They’re throbbing, soaking up Tanner’s gaze, desperate for his mouth. He quickly delivers, and my body lights up when his lips hit my skin. His sucks and tugs are like electric shocks straight to my pussy.