Every muscle in Jon-Michael's stomach clenched and he fought the urge to push his cock into her palm. He wanted to feel her fingers grip him. Wanted it bad.
Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, he kissed her with unbridled passion, then stepped back. "Let's see about you," he whispered and bent to kiss her stomach. Gradually his head lowered until it was buried between her thighs. His tongue slipped out to part soft, plump folds.
Hayley sucked in a sharp breath and pulled her heels up onto the counter, opening herself up to him. In an almost immediate reversal, she gripped his hair and pulled his head back, letting her legs drop back over the side. She looked down at him and shivered at the heavy-lidded dark eyes returning her gaze. "You sure like to kiss me there, don't you?"
The smile he gave her was slow, one-sided, and carnal. His tongue slid over his bottom lip. "Uh huh." He rubbed the side of his face against her inner thigh, his morning stubble a sandpaper rasp against her skin. His eyes never left hers. "Let go of my hair, darlin’, and I will show you how much."
She didn't relinquish her grip. "I don't want to come that way, Jon-Michael. I want you inside me."
His jeans dropped to his ankles almost before the last word was spoken. He kicked them aside and reached for her.
"Wait." Hayley jerked erect at the sight of his hard-on. "Wait a sec. I wanna look." And she did precisely that, at length, while he stood in front of her looking as though he were trying not to fidget. His penis stood out from its nest of dark hair, pointing at her like an accusing...well, finger was not the word she was looking for. No, this was more a club, and screw the simile. This baby was thick and long and so damn masculine. And it pulsed crazily beneath her unabashed scrutiny. "Oh my," she finally murmured.
"Just your standard model, ma'am. But let me show you what it can do."
"In a minute." She hopped down off the counter. "I wanna touch it."
"God Almighty, Hayley. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You are trying to see if you can take me from zero to ninety in under ten seconds." He threw up his hands in resignation. "Fine then. Go ahead."
He had not really expected her to take him at his word. So Jon-Michael’s breath exploded out of his lungs when she did precisely that. His chin snapped down and he stared at the sight of his cock protruding from her fist.
Her very tight fist. He scowled at her.
"I'm running on a real lean mix here, so remember you have no one but yourself to blame if my engine blows." He was embarrassed to note he could barely push his words past the tightness of his vocal cords.
Holy crap, didn't she used to be shy? Okay, maybe never that, exactly, but... "I mean it, now. Do not come whining to me about being all revved up with nobody left in the race." Then he quit babbling like a fucking idiot and grit his teeth against the pleasure of her fist sliding up and down his dick. Not to mention the sight. Sweet Mother Mary, the sight.
"I admire all the car references," she murmured and gave him a sleepy, sexy smile. "What does that make this then, your hot rod? That seems appropriate. Hot," she murmured, stooping to stroke his junk against the delicate inner curve of her breast. "Rawd." Holding him steady, she brushed her nipple back and forth against the very tip of his hard-on, transferring its minute drop of pre-cum. She smiled up at him as she spread it around, making her nipple glisten. Then she bent her head and pressed a kiss against the blunt head of his dick.
"Okay, that cuts it," he breathed. Pulling her to her feet, he slid his hands to her hips, and lifted her in the air. Hayley's legs separated to wrap around him. "That’s my girl," he approved on a ragged breath. "Reach down and grab my cock, Hayley, honey. Guide me home."
Happy to oblige, she did as directed and held him steady, edgy excitement flooding her as he slowly lowered her. She felt so hot and swollen, so empty, yet she jerked skittishly when the broad head of his penis penetrated her.
Jon-Michael immediately stilled. He looked into her eyes. "You okay?"
"Um hmm. Sure." But she had tensed and they both knew it. She bit her lip. "Just give me a second. It's been a long time for me."
His fingers bit into her as his hands tightened on her butt. "Here, let me pull out."
"No!"
"Yeah. We'll try another position and—"
"No, I want to do it this way. Give me a sec—"
He raised her off him. She was outraged at having her wishes summarily ignored, but before she could express her displeasure he was pressing kisses into her forehead. "I'm sorry, Hayley, I am so sorry. I forgot all about a condom." He swung her into his arms and headed for the stairs.
Up in the sleeping loft, he laid her on his king-sized bed, then bent to paw through the night stand drawer. By the time she struggled to her knees, impatiently swiping her hair from her eyes with her forearm, he had located a carton and turned with it in his hand.
She thrust a finger at it. "Put one on," she ordered. “Then I want you to do it the way you were going to do it down there."
He looked down at her, one corner of his mouth tilting up. "Bossy little thing, aren'tcha?" He donned the condom as directed but said seriously, "Look, darlin’, that might not be the best position if it's been awhile." Then his gaze narrowed, turning intent. "How long has it been, anyway?"
"A while."
"Uh huh. How long a while, exactly?"
“About a year before Dennis died."
"Jeez Louise! Look, maybe we had better—"
She narrowed her own eyes at him. "Do not even suggest the missionary position, Olivet." That was practically all Dennis had been interested in and she wanted to do it standing up like Jon-Michael had started to do before she had gone all tense on him. She had never had a man do her that way.
Jon-Michael looked at her all naked, determined and greedy-eyed, and wondered about her experience. He had a feeling it was not particularly extensive, but she sure as hell had killer instincts. It had taken her all of two minutes downstairs to reduce him to a randy, no-control teenager.
"No missionary," he agreed. "But I get to be in charge here, and the first thing we do is build back up the intensity."
She perked up. "By playing garage the hot rod again? I liked that."
“Of course you did. You were damn good at it."
She gave him the hundred-dollar smile that threatened to stop his heart every time. "No kidding?” She said it as if no one had ever complimented her sexual prowess before. “Thanks."
God, he wanted to eat her up. "Oh, honey, it was definitely my pleasure. Let's get you revved up again and then you can have it any way your little heart desires. Standing, sitting, sideways, doggy; you name it. Myself, I kinda like the missionary position."
"You would. Why stand when you can lie down, yeah?"
“You bet.” Jon-Michael gave her a slow once-over and a smile so smoldering Hayley was pretty sure if she still wore panties they would spontaneously combust. His voice was a sable brush stroking her nerve endings when he added, "Bet I could make you like it, too."