I know that it must feel even better to push myself inside her. To feel her muscles tighten around me, holding me there. To feel her soft thighs rest against my hips as I slip in and out of her. I’m imagining it all in great detail.

But if I think about it too much, I’ll want to throw out every one of my principles and do it. In fact, I’m shaking with the need to do it. Like going for days without eating and needing food, or going hours through the hot desert without a drink and needing water.

I need to be inside Jenna.

And each slide of her tongue, each movement of her head, each shift of her mouth alters my perspective of what was amazing ten seconds ago. Sensations are being multiplied, intensified…magnified. Jenna’s mouth is commanding my every thought—commanding me.

I’m gasping now, barely able to catch my breath. I try to pull away because I’m seconds from climaxing, but she won’t let me.

“Jenna, I’m going to—” And it’s all over because now I’m coming, and I don’t want her to pull her mouth away. Even if she tried, I’d be tempted to hold her there. Fortunately, she doesn’t.

Because this...

Incredible heated sensations wash over me—over my thighs, my stomach, my chest. My entire body stiffens, thick with pleasure, as I ejaculate. It goes on and on and I’m frozen, my mind numb to everything but this.

When my orgasm has played out, Jenna slowly pulls away from me. I can only stare up at the ceiling and bask in this stunning, glowing feeling as she gets up to go to the bathroom.

Minutes later she returns and lies beside me on the couch, leaning against me. I’ve barely moved. I’m covered in sweat and feeling drugged—or at least how I imagine it would feel to be drugged.

As one of the ninety-five percent of adult males that regularly masturbates, I have experienced numerous orgasms before. Some are very good and some are just okay. But what Jenna just did for me…it’s almost like that word cannot be applied to all those other times. They don’t even belong in the same lexicon.

I turn and gaze into those beautiful blue eyes, no longer afraid of invading her soul. “You have just ruined every orgasm I will ever have.”

 

 

Chapter 21

Jenna

I sat up, concerned. “You’re not serious, are you? What’s wrong?”

His eyes still tracked mine, and it both pleased and disturbed me. It was so unusual for him to meet my gaze. It almost worried me.

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just…I think every other orgasm will be a disappointment now.”

I laughed, relieved. “It was your first time with oral sex, right? Or even with someone else giving you an orgasm? I almost always have a better orgasm from a partner than when I do it for myself.”

His features clouded. “It’s always better?”

“Well…yeah, when I actually get one.”

“You don’t always?”

I shrugged. “No. Sometimes I don’t want one. Sometimes he just doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Like Doug, I mentally add. Doug the Dud. “And sometimes I just fake it so it will be over.”

William’s face was serious as his gaze shifted to stare up at the ceiling. He threaded his fingers through my hair and said, “That doesn’t sound very enjoyable.”

“It’s okay.”

He shook his head. “No…it’s not okay. Any man lucky enough to be able to touch you like that should do everything he can to make you feel good.”

I smiled. No guile, no pretense. No pretty, honeyed words to try and get what he wanted. I could trust William because he’d always tell me exactly what was on his mind.

I rolled to my side and placed my hand on his scruffy cheek. “You’re so sweet.”

He was looking into my eyes again, and I wondered if it was a side effect of the orgasm. I didn’t want him to look away. For the first time, I could tell that his eyes weren’t as dark brown as I’d originally thought. There were lighter flecks of gold within his dark irises. I swallowed, touched that he was letting me gaze so profoundly at his secrets.

Suddenly, he rose up on an elbow and put a hand on my shoulder to gently roll me on my back. He lowered his head to press his mouth to mine, stealing my breath, invading my mouth with his tongue.

Then he pulled back. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Better.” His free hand cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple through the bra. I let out a little squeak as the unfulfilled ache between my legs flared up again. My eyes rolled up into my head until my lids shut tight.

“Oh,” I breathed, arching my back.

In seconds, he was tugging on my bra. “I’m not even going to pretend to know how this thing works.”

I laughed and removed it for him, then watched his eyes darken as they slid over my bare chest. He flicked his fingers gently over each perky nipple. “Such a pale pink, like a winter rose.”

“A winter rose...that’s beautiful.”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are, Jenna.”

He lowered his mouth to my chest, taking me into his heated, wet warmth. I let out a long, breathy moan, pressing myself deeper into his mouth. His hands tightened on my waist almost painfully, and it felt so good.

I really wanted to come, and I wanted it to be from William’s touch. To that end, his hand was on my jeans, pulling open the top button as he continued to lavish attention on my chest.

His mouth returned to mine, his hand torturing my sensitive nubs as the other hand slipped inside my jeans.

I wanted my jeans off, so I unzipped them and kicked them off as quickly as I could. The moment my legs were free, William looped one of his legs over mine to anchor it in place and then put his hand right back where it had been, stroking me through the thin material of my panties.

“I’ve never done this before...but I have done extensive research,” he murmured.

With a groan, I replied, “I’d say that, so far, you are getting an A-plus, Wil.”

He pulled away and opened his mouth to ask for the inevitable explanation.

“I’ll explain later. More mouth,” I said.

He leaned in to kiss me again and the pressure of his fingers deepened. It burned right through me. I could feel that touch behind my eyes, under my rib cage, in my toes. With each movement of his hand, he was stroking me everywhere else, owning my body without even realizing it.