He consumes me with his lips and tongue, and I barely notice him nudging my legs apart so he can settle his hips against me. I feel shameless when I spread them wide, raise them slightly and lock my legs around the back of his.
What follows next is almost hard to describe. There’s the claiming kiss that goes on and on, but he’s grinding his cock against my core as his hands start furiously grabbing and clawing to remove our clothes.
My hands dive under Jett’s shirt, gliding up his back. Without breaking the kiss, his hand goes to the button of my jeans and he unfastens it with one hand.
Very impressive.
What’s more impressive is how easily his hand slides into my panties, his fingertip zeroing in on and finding my clit for a soft rub. My entire body jerks, hips bucking, and I cry out into his mouth.
My clit has had attention from my own fingers and my vibrator, but with all the sensations going on right now and the speed with which this is all progressing I swear it won’t take much for me to come.
“Need you naked,” he manages to mutter against my mouth, and I very much feel the same, although I’m loathe to have him move away from me.
I suppose it must be done though, because our clothes are definitely in the way. We scrabble and claw, kiss and touch. It’s sloppy and awkward and I vaguely hear a seam of material split, but we’re both too consumed by desperation to care about it.
Somehow, I end up completely naked and Jett has only his shirt off. I try to figure out the best way to rectify the matter so we’re equally unclothed, but my mind fragments when his big hand presses between my legs. The heat from his palm seems to pulse against me and he squeezes softly… intimately. A very strange change of pace from the frantic urgency just moments ago, but before I can even accept that things are slowing, Jett is pressing a long finger inside of me.
I groan loudly… oh, God… so freaking loud.
His finger slides out and thrusts back in. My legs fall from their locked position around him, my heels digging into the floor so that my hips raise into his touch, demanding more.
Jett’s mouth is on my neck and he chuckles darkly over my impatience.
Two can play at that game and I push my hands between us, working at his belt. He angles slightly to the side to give me access, but my fingers fumble as he thrusts two fingers inside me this time. Vision going blurry, I take in a deep breath and try to put some more concentration on his belt.
I manage to get it undone as his mouth works at my neck and his fingers play between my legs. Tremors wrack my body, and my hips move against his hand of their own volition.
Jett grazes his teeth on my collarbone and I shudder, but finally manage to get his jeans open. I frantically push them down his hips, hand diving in and I finally have his hard length against my palm. I squeeze, stroke, tug. I rub my thumb over the wetness on top and revel when his own hips start thrusting into my hand. Both of us writhe and undulate as we touch each other in all the right ways.
I need more.
I ache with needing more.
And whether Jett is reading my emotions or he’s feeling it too, he’s suddenly rolling off me and making a lunge for my purse that’s a few feet away. He doesn’t ask permission but opens it up and pulls out the box of condoms I’d shown him.
I take a moment and appreciate the way he looks right now. That gorgeous face, twisted in lust and concentration as he works a foil packet open. His chest, which is defined and sculpted into beautiful, muscular lines, that I had felt but now enjoy seeing. His pants open, cock sticking out so hard and ready.
A shudder works up my spine as he takes the condom, rolls it onto his length, and then turns back to me.
He practically falls onto me, but manages to hook an arm under one of my legs to pull it up and out. My eyes roll when I feel him take his cock in hand and rub it through my wet folds before pressing the tip to my entrance.
His eyes come to me and I expect him to kiss me again. I even lick my lips, ready for it, but he merely stares hard at me as he punches his hips forward and thrusts deep into me.
“Jett,” I yell out, the invasion so deliciously pleasurable that I can feel an orgasm starting to build.
He grunts. “Couldn’t wait. Sorry.”
“Not sorry. Not sorry,” I chant as he pulls out and drives deeply again.
Oh, God.
Every long, thick inch of him stretching me, hitting something deep inside I didn’t know existed.
Jett wraps his arms around my body, gathers me in close. He presses his face in my neck and his hips start driving over and over again. I can only bring my own arms around his neck and hang on for the ride.
He drives me higher and higher, and I know the fall back down will be glorious.
Lifting his head, Jett stares down and his body goes still inside me. The look on his face is by far the sexiest, most carnal thing that has happened tonight. His expression says he wants to devour me but that it’s going to take hours, maybe days to do it the way he wants.
A long, slow slide of his cock and then he thrusts in again. Slowly, so I can feel every delicious inch.
Jett loosens his arm from my waist and presses his elbow into the carpet so he can lean over me. His eyes stay pinned on mine while he fucks me.
A few slow strokes, but then he picks up the pace. His forehead creases with tension as I suspect he’s getting close the way I am.
So very, very close and I want it.
But I don’t.
I don’t want it to end.
Except it’s going to. I can feel it burning hotter, coiling tight between my legs. Every time he drives his cock into me, he pushes me a little closer to the edge. I bite my lip hard, try to center myself, and hold out.
Jett starts thrusting harder, deeper. My body inches across the carpet every time he drives. His forehead drops to mine and he grunts softly with each tunneling move.
“Jett,” I gasp as I start to come apart.
I can feel my muscles starting to ripple around his cock, and I know he feels it too because he groans in approval. My back arches slightly as the orgasm rips free, tearing straight up my spine and shooting right back down between my legs where I spasm violently around him.
And damn… just damn. It might be the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. It goes on and on, Jett still driving inside me, which I think extends the pleasure.
Gathering me in his arms again, settling all his weight onto me, he flexes his hips, plants deep and groans out his release.
I loosen my hold from around his neck as he lifts his head to stare down at me with bleary eyes. “Jesus,” he mutters. “That was…”
“Yeah, that was…” I murmur, feeling boneless and lethargic.
“Something we have to do again,” he finishes, not what either of us was thinking though.
I happen to concur. “After I get feeling in my body again.”
Jett laughs and presses a light kiss to my jaw before he rolls to his side, bringing me with him. He pulls me in flush with his body, and when his arms wrap around me, it feels more than casual, but it also feels right.
“Any chance you can stay the night?” Jett asks, and for a moment, fear creeps in. If this is casual, shouldn’t I be asking him to take me home right now?
But for the life of me, I don’t want to go.
I want to stay.
I want more of what we just did. I want something for myself.
I can have that and still keep this light.