In typical Gen fashion, she went after what she wanted, arching up for more and bumping her pussy against the hard ridge bulging from his jeans. She scratched at the back of his neck and wiggled, trying to get the bra off. “Stop teasing, and take this thing off me.”
“Might as well buy you a new bra.”
“Huh?”
He tore the front in half and her bare breasts sprung into his palms. Her nipples were tight and stiff, pushing against him in demand, and he plumped them up and feasted, sucking hard and circling his tongue until she grabbed at his back, trying to inch up his shirt.
“Get naked. Now.”
He ignored her demand, twisting her nipples the same time he dove back into her mouth, needing to get drunk on her essence. She cried out in pleasure, and he swallowed the heavenly sound. “So sweet.” He kissed her again and again. “So fucking sweet. But I need more.” He wanted her crazed, until she didn’t care about hurting him or doing anything but getting satisfied by orgasm after orgasm. He scented the musk of her arousal and knew he’d find her dripping wet, ready for him. The knowledge she wanted him as badly shook his center, and he fought for control as she pulled him into the tide of raw emotion and want he’d never experienced before.
“If you don’t get those damn jeans off I’m gonna lose it.” She panted out the threat as her body melted and writhed against his fingers and tongue and teeth. Her fingers weakly pulled at his clothes, fumbling to unsnap and free him, stroking the hard bulge of his dick, and that’s when he decided he couldn’t take it any longer.
He needed her to come.
Now.
“After.” His hands left her breasts, slid down her trembling belly, and tucked under the elastic. “Designer panties?”
“Yes, they cost more than the dress—oh, God!”
He tore them quickly, tossed them aside, and drove two fingers into hot, sweet heaven.
“Wolfe! Ahhh, that feels so good . . .” she moaned long and low, her pussy clenching around his fingers and refusing to let go. His thumb swirled gently around her clit, teasing, using hardly any pressure while he pumped inside of her with slow, deep strokes. He captured the pretty little sounds emanating from her throat, swiping his tongue over her plump bottom lip, and watched her face tighten as she neared her climax. Her pupils dilated and every muscle in her body stiffened, arching harder against his palm, reaching for something only he could give her with one final stroke of his finger.
“So close. Can’t take anymore, oh please—”
He circled her clit one last time, slow and lazy. “Come for me, Gen. Now.”
He rubbed hard at the same time he thrust upward.
She broke apart, shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm hit her. Her nails dug hard into his shoulders, and she clung with a superhuman strength to his body, her flesh wrapped around every part of him. He helped her ride out the spasms, soaking in every flutter of her expression: the way her teeth dragged at her lip, the misty look in her eyes, the dampness to her skin, the wet heat clamped around him, refusing to let go.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered darkly in her ear, biting hard on her lobe and absorbing the shudders that wracked her. “I gotta do that again.”
“No.” Her word sounded slurred. “First naked. Off with the clothes.”
“You’re not the boss in this bedroom, baby.” He kept her legs apart, not wanting to slide his fingers out of her pussy until the last possible moment. His tongue plunged back into her mouth to shut her up, and he wondered if he’d ever get tired of watching her orgasm. It was the sexiest thing on the planet, and already he wanted to do it again. And again.
She uttered her next words like a drunk desperate to communicate. “Give me some equal time on my knees and I’ll have to disagree with you.”
He laughed, adoring her smart mouth and humor and passion. How could such basic lust be entwined with playfulness? He’d never laughed before during sex or foreplay. But already she was trying to drag his shirt off again with shaking fingers, refusing to give him an inch.
He loved it.
“I intend for you to spend a long time on your knees,” he said, picking her up in one swoop and carrying her to the bed. “But I only started. Now let me look at you.”
Her hands hovered in midair, ready to cover herself in an innate modesty he intended to strip her of immediately. “I’m not like the models you date. Or sleep with.”
He swore right then and there he’d never date a skinny-assed woman again. Hell, after seeing Gen’s killer curves, unblemished skin, and ripe breasts, he’d never look at another female anyway. He worshipped her petite shape, so easy to pick up and cuddle. Loved the map of her body, each rise and fall of her anatomy. But nothing compared to the sight of her wet pussy, swollen and bared before him. Plump lips just begging for his mouth and tongue, knowing her taste made him intoxicated.
Time for truth. “I never slept with her, sweetheart. I thought of you the whole night and couldn’t do it. But I needed a barrier between us.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to jump you bad.”
She smiled, but her hands still stayed by her breasts, as if worried he wouldn’t like what he saw. As if that were possible.
His voice lashed like a whip. “Don’t you dare cover yourself. I love your body and always did. Remember what I said before?”
She rested her hands back on the mattress and shook her head.
“We don’t apologize to each other. Not for what we do together or feel. We own it all, Gen. And I intend to do every filthy, dirty thing I’ve imagined without fucking apologizing. Part your legs.”