London Calling (5 page)

He skimmed his fingers up her thigh, licking his lips in
anticipation of touching her. Her legs rubbed together then parted as his hand
slipped between them. The delicate fabric of her panties was warm and soft and,
to his delight, slick with moisture. She sighed as he slid against her.

Jenna’s fingers ran across his belly, creeping lower. When
she finally curled her hand around him he thought he might go off instantly. He
steeled himself against the sensations as she teased him, slowly caressing his
length with the lightest imaginable touch, then slicking her thumb around his
aching tip.
Jesus.
He wanted her so badly he could hardly stand it.

Her lips were sweet and salty from the margaritas. Having
his tongue inside her mouth was no longer enough. His fingers hooked over the
edge of her panties, tugging them downward. She wriggled, helping him to free
her from the last of her clothes. Her breathing was ragged as she rolled back
toward him. He pressed against her, his cock rubbing against her thigh. She
tensed and he stopped. “You okay?”

She nodded but he sensed that something wasn’t right. He
cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently. “We don’t have to…. We can
wait.” He knew it was the right thing to say though his body was fighting every
word he uttered.

“It’s not that,” Jenna said, seeming shy. “It’s just I
didn’t bring…do you have any condoms?”

Relief washed over him. He chuckled and reached past her to
retrieve them from the drawer. She smiled as he handed her the whole box. “Only
if you’re sure. I don’t want…” She silenced him with a kiss.

Somehow she managed to keep kissing him in her mystifying,
mind-numbing fashion, while extracting a condom and rolling it into place on
his ready and waiting cock. His fingers found their way back between her legs.
The heat radiating from her was intoxicating as was the lavender scent that
wafted off her hair with each movement. As he slipped a finger inside her she
moaned. So wet, so inviting. He moved slowly, teasing her as she had him. His
fingertips explored, each ridge and curve within her making him want her more.
Her muscles tightened around him. She writhed beneath his touch, her breathing
becoming raspier. He focused, keeping time with her rhythm until she gasped and
cried out, bucking against his hand. “Oh God,” she said, panting, her hand limp
on her forehead, “that was incredible.”

“No, this will be incredible,” he said, easing his fingers
out and climbing on top of her. He kissed her face, her eyelids, her nose, then
went to work on her mouth, twirling his tongue around hers until they both ran
right out of breath. All the while he rocked against her, his cock getting
closer to entry with each pass. With one final thrust, he was in and she
relaxed around him, tugging him to her with arms and legs, her internal muscles
supple yet strong as they squeezed around him. He moved slowly, drawing out
each stroke. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, she looked beautiful
and totally content.

He bent to kiss her breasts and she increased their pace,
raising her hips to meet his, pivoting on each upward stroke. He knew she was
getting ready to come. Her body tensed, her muscles milking his cock with their
firm, pulsating grip.

She rocked faster, straining toward him, her nipples crushed
against his chest. The motion inside her body was overwhelming. She contracted
all around, dragging him in, as she shook from pleasure. She cried out, her
head thrashing against the pillow, looking sexier than anything he’d ever
imagined.

He continued pumping, waiting for her convulsions to subside.
To his surprise, her eyes popped open, gleaming wildly at him. “It’s your
turn.” She lifted her hips with incredible strength, taking Tim off the bed
with her, and swiveling against him with such force he could feel the cum
rising from the depths of his cock. His balls pulled up tight against his body,
his cock became impossibly stiffer.

Jenna squeezed her muscles together in a steady rhythm,
tighter on each thrust. Her hands clasped firmly against his ass, begging him
to move faster, get closer. He pounded harder, feeling her legs lock around his
back. “Yes,” she whispered, so throaty it barely sounded like her. “Yes, more.”
He realized she was about to come again.

He thrust in and out of her each time she asked until he
felt the orgasm tumble out of her. The idea he’d brought her to another climax
was enough to push him over the edge. With a few final strokes, he felt the hot
cum racing through his cock. One thick pulsation coursed out of him. The
sensation was unreal, as if it were draining him of every drop of energy. Shot
after shot throbbed out for what seemed like an eternity, until he collapsed.
He laid his sweaty head on Jenna’s chest, craning his neck to kiss her.

Her hands stroked through his hair.

“You’re amazing.” He kissed her lips.
You’re the perfect
girl.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” She ran a finger along his
jaw. He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep in her arms, but remembered he
was still sporting a condom.

He propped himself on his elbow and leaned in for another
kiss. “I’m going to go take care of this. Do you need anything?”

She shook her head.

“Be right back.” He nuzzled her neck then climbed out of
bed. The linoleum floor of the kitchen felt cold against his feet as he made
his way to the bathroom. The harsh fluorescent light made him squint. He
quickly washed his hands. All he wanted was to get back to Jenna.

To his surprise, she was standing in the kitchen, wearing
nothing but his dress shirt.

“Wow, and I thought I looked good in that shirt.” He curled
his arm around her waist, feeling her giggle against him. “You’re criminally
sexy, you know that, right?” He brushed his nose against hers and was about to
kiss her when she screamed and jumped back.

“What?” he asked, confused.

She hopped up onto the kitchen counter, pointing frantically
at the wall. He turned and saw an enormous insect scuttling below the kitchen
table.

“Water bug,” she said, “please kill it.”

Tim was taken aback by its size but quickly grabbed his shoe
off the floor and flicked on the overhead light. “Do you see it?” His eyes
scanned the wall.

“He’s behind the table. Careful. They’re really fast and
they’ve got a hard shell.”

He glanced up and saw that she was still on the countertop,
her legs pulled up against her chest, his shirttails draped over her knees.

“There!” she yelled.

The huge creature ran out from beneath the table, straight
at Tim’s bare feet. He hopped aside, slamming the shoe down, thinking he’d
killed it, but the second he lifted the shoe the bug began running again. “What
the…”

“Hard shell.”

Tim chased the insect around the room smashing it three more
times before he finally heard the desired crunch beneath his sole.

“Ewww.” Jenna had her hand over her eyes. “I hate bugs.”

Tim’s heart was pounding, partly from the chase, but equally
from seeing Jenna propped on his counter. He stood before her, running his hand
over her hair and down her back. Her legs unfurled, sliding down on either side
of him as he scooted her forward, pressing against her. “You’re safe now.” He
dragged his nose against her cheek, inhaling her scent.

“Thanks.” She looked up at him, her brow furrowing. “Hey, I
thought you had blue eyes.”

His face flushed. “I usually do.”

“They’re bright green now.”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Not surprised.” He ran his
fingers along the outer edge of her thigh, feeling himself harden against her
soft flesh. “They always go green after an orgasm.”

Her eyes popped open, her lips curling in amusement.
“Seriously?”

He nodded, shrugging. “No idea why. Been that way since,
well, since I first started…” He felt his cheeks burn hotter.

“So it’s any time you have an orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

“Why is that?” He moved against her, thinking his eyes were
going to turn even greener if he kept rubbing against her.

“Who was the first person who noticed?” Her fingers played
with his chest hair, making it difficult for him to concentrate, let alone tell
a story.

“My mum.” He closed his eyes. “She noticed one morning when
I was at the breakfast table. I hadn’t a clue why they’d changed color and by
that evening they were back to normal. The next morning she checked again and
sure enough, green. It took about a week before I realized what morning
activity was to blame.”

Jenna laughed, vibrating in his arms. “Every morning?”

“I was fourteen.”

She scooted even closer to him, pulling him in with her
legs, her eyes twinkling. “Want to see how green we can get them tonight?”

Jenna hadn’t pictured Tim in the kitchen when she’d first
imagined him naked, but she wasn’t complaining. He gripped the bare skin of her
hips. She thought he might not need to touch her much more than that to take
her to the brink again.

Tim undid the buttons and pushed the shirt off her
shoulders. Her breaths grew short as she watched him tease her nipple with his
tongue. He sucked her into his mouth and her chin dropped as every muscle in
her body went limp.

He skimmed her chest with soft kisses and gentle licks. “Your
breasts are incredible. You should win some sort of award for them.”

She smiled and locked her ankles above the perfect curve of
his ass. “Best Boobs in Manhattan?”

“No.” His slender fingers skimmed along her spine and he
nuzzled her neck. “I was thinking Most Stunning Breasts in America.”

“Sounds like a postcard.”

“And what a postcard it would be.” He slid his hands
underneath her. “Hold on to me.”

“Gladly,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She
gasped when he lifted her off the kitchen counter. “Where are you taking me?”

“You deserve better than the kitchen counter.” He carried
her to the bedroom and lowered her onto the now rumpled sheets.

Tim stood next to the bed, long and lean, parts of him hard
as iron. Jenna couldn’t wait for more. She stretched her arms above her head,
hands clasped in surrender. She wondered what it was about him that made her
feel so uninhibited. That question would need to wait for later. Right now, she
just wanted to make his eyes even greener.

He lowered himself on to her and they kissed with increased
intensity. His erection rubbed against her pubic bone and she bucked against
him. She pushed on his shoulder and he rolled to his back. Straddling him, she rocked
back and forth as his cock slid along her slippery folds. She ached to have him
inside her.

Their eyes connected and she bit her lip, spreading her
hands across his tempting chest. She dipped down and kissed his throat, his
collarbone, continuing along the midline. Scooting farther back and setting her
knees between his legs, she circled her tongue around his bellybutton as he
moaned.
He has no idea. I’m just getting started.

Jenna wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock,
rubbing his balls with her thumb. She puckered against his tip then took only
the head into her mouth, sucking while running her tongue along the
ultrasensitive ridge. He drew in a breath and she glanced up to see him
watching, his eyelids heavy.

The sounds that escaped him were unlike any she’d ever coaxed
from a man. She skimmed his length with her lips, letting her tongue apply the real
pressure as it rode along the underside. Taking her time, she began to glide up
and down, amazed as his silken skin became even more taut. She swirled her
tongue and huffed hot breaths around him, eliciting a string of pleasurable
hums and mutterings as he clearly enjoyed every moment.

She felt tension rising from his groin, as if he was employing
great restraint. He seemed restless as he reached down and curled his fingers
under her arms, urging her back to him. Jenna leaned in for a slow and steamy kiss.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said.

“That was only the beginning.”

“Did I mention you’re my dream woman?” His expression was
one of pure desire, prompting her body temperature to soar.

She reached for the condoms on the bedside table. Tim
propped himself on his elbows as she opened the pouch. Her fingertips rolled it
on to the head of his cock. He clamped his eyes shut and dropped back on to the
bed.

“Blimey. You do that better than anyone.”

Smirking, she unrolled it the rest of the way. “I try.” She
wrapped a hand around him and raised herself, guiding him into place. Her
breath caught as her muscles stretched and he filled her to the limit. She rode
up and down, steadying herself with her hands behind her, on his thighs. Her
body conformed to his and she marveled at how seamlessly they fit together.

Tim reached between her legs and expertly planted his thumb,
working in circles against her clit. She knocked her head back and closed her
eyes as he drove shock waves into her belly. She felt the release about to
engulf her. Breaths rushed from her chest and he slowed the motion of his
thumb, moving in an intoxicating figure eight that only changed the speed of
the approach—the intensity was just as overwhelming.

She arched her back and slid along his length, his thighs
trembling beneath her hands. Jenna felt her insides about to collapse as he
began to thrust and lift her off the bed. He cupped and squeezed one of her
breasts, his thumb never relenting between her legs.

With an electrifying jolt, her threshold shattered as
pleasure coursed through her. Rising high on her knees, she called his name. She
slid back down his length and felt a tremor from within as his hips jerked upward.
His torso froze mid motion. Her muscles contracted around him and she watched as
a look of contentment washed over his face. He thrust slowly, pulsating within
her.