with a smile. “But then who could, right?”
He gave a quiet little laugh and relaxed a bit more.
“Your problem,” I said, working my way around to the top of his neck, “is that you don’t know how to relax. You need to let go, give yourself a chance to recharge those batteries. All work and no play gives Jack bleeding ulcers.”
“Mmm hmm.”
I kneaded the muscles in his neck and he slowly went limp in my hands.
“That’s more like it. Doesn’t that feel nice?”
“Yes,” he breathed, and took another sip of his scotch.
My hands moved down to his broad shoulders. Firm muscles slid under my fingers, and my insides quivered a bit at the feel of him. Big, strong guy does it for me every time. I wanted to burrow my face in his neck and breathe in the smell of him. But not quite yet.
I kept working on his knotted muscles until each one loosened up, and David’s breathing slowed and deepened. He hadn’t said a word in several minutes, content to enjoy my attentions. When I was satisfied, I stepped back around the chair to look at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and his breathing so deep he might have been asleep. I knew he wasn’t, though. Do or die time, Jenna.
My t-shirt landed on the arm of the couch and I slipped onto his lap. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Before he had a chance to do more than open his eyes in surprise, my lips were on his, my arms curled around his neck, and David Morris found himself with a lap full of very warm, cuddly, half-naked girl. I don’t believe in fighting fair.
Apparently David didn’t believe in fighting for lost causes. He kissed me back, a little tentatively at first but then more confidently as his passion overpowered his doubts. Strong hands moved over me, exploring my curves and caressing the satiny softness of my skin before finding their way to my tits. Already hard, my nipples crinkled in painful pleasure as his thumbs rubbed tight circles around them. His tongue slid and curled against mine, his mouth clamped over mine as if he never intended to so much as come up for air. One elbow knocked over the glass of scotch that sat forgotten on the arm of the chair. Neither of us noticed as it drained onto the carpet.
He pulled away at last and looked at me, blue eyes burning with curiosity and hunger. I don’t know what he was looking for, but I guess he found it, for the next second his hot mouth found my tits. I had never had a guy enjoy my tits like David did that night. His tongue licked and swirled around my aching nipples, and then he sucked on them until I thought my poor clit was going to explode from the singing pressure building up there. When the sensations became so intense that I thought I couldn’t stand them anymore, he bit into my nipples and gently pulled away so his teeth grazed the soft, sensitive skin. I moaned in ecstasy at every touch. My tits were on fire; David had me sopping wet and throbbing, and he hadn’t even gone near my pants, yet.
“Oh, David, that feels so good.”
He let go of my nipple and grinned. “I can do better.”
“Show me.”
I climbed up from his lap and headed for his bedroom. When David closed the door I untied the drawstrings of my yoga pants and let them slide to the floor. His eyes roamed hungrily over me from head to toe.
“Turn around,” he said, a little hoarsely.
I did a slow-motion pirouette so he could enjoy my ass. When I came full circle David was standing about two inches away. His arms went around me, and his hands slid down my back to grip my ass and pull me hard against him. His tongue was insistent now as he pushed through my lips, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bellybutton like a steel bar through his slacks. I put my hands on his face to pull him closer and I kissed him back, hard. The satiny fabric of his shirt rubbed against my nipples, sending electric shocks through me to set off a pulsing ache inside of my pussy. I wanted him inside of me so badly it
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