He slid his hands over my ass, squeezing. His touch was firm, possessive, making me shiver in anticipation.
Wanting to touch him, I stroked my fingers up the back of his neck before combing them through his short, dark hair. He groaned, his head falling forward slightly. “Your nails feel so good.”
Loving that I could make him feel good, I brought his head to my chest and gently scratched my nails up his neck, into his hair, and back again. His fingers squeezed and released my ass over and over again, while goose bumps popped up on his skin. The sighs that left him told me how much he liked what I was doing, as did the way his cock flexed against my inner thigh.
Unconsciously, I shifted until I was rubbing my core over his thickness. His hands tightened on me, but he didn’t try to stop my movements. He pressed me down into him harder, helping me find a rhythm that made starlight flash in front of my eyes.
My panties were unbearably wet. I was surprised I hadn’t already soaked through my jeans and left a huge spot on his leg.
“Baby,” he growled. He turned his head, biting at one of my diamond-hard nipples through my shirt and bra.
The pleasure was so intense I cried out. I cupped the back of his head in my hands, holding him against me, never wanting this feeling to stop.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back.
A whimper left me before I could hold in the sound, but he wasn’t stopping. He pulled my shirt up, exposing my bra to him. It was one of my favorites, so it was well-worn. My breathing was labored, making my breasts practically spill out of the cups. The way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, stopped any embarrassment I might have felt before it could even take hold of me.
Cupping me through the bra, he played with me, teasing the tips into aching little points that tugged at something powerful between my legs.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this, Doe?”
Something in his voice made me shiver. “No,” I whispered. “Never.”
“Good,” he gritted out as he lowered his head to lick between my breasts. “No one else ever will.”
“Mm,” I moaned when he nipped at the swells that were pushing out of my bra.
“Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me no one else will ever touch you, taste you, make you feel the way I do.”
“No one,” I whimpered, my breaths coming out in little puffs of air as my lower body pressed into his steel-like cock. “Only you, Jenner.”
“That’s right, baby.” He kissed his way up my chest while his hands moved south. He teased his index finger around my navel before moving lower. He tucked two fingers into the waistband of my jeans, his thumb playing with the top button. “I want you so damn bad. From the first moment I saw you, I’ve ached for you, sweetheart. But we should take this slow. I don’t want to rush you or make you think I’m only in this for sex.”
Even as my body cried out for relief, my heart melted. “I’ve wanted you for just as long,” I confessed. “That Christmas party at Aunt Emmie’s…”
“You were so beautiful,” he breathed. “That red dress…fuck, it’s starred in so many wet dreams.”
“I’d never seen anyone handle Luca like that. It was intense.” I covered his hand that was still playing with the top of my jeans, holding it while I used my other hand to undo the button and zipper. His gaze locked with mine as I pushed his hand inside my jeans, and we both cupped my sex through my dripping panties. “The strength it must have taken to hold on to that raging bull was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen up until then. I had to rush to the bathroom as soon as I went into the house because my panties had gotten wet. For the very first time.”
He skimmed his middle finger up my slit, causing little explosions to detonate inside my core. “Up until then?” He pressed into my clit, giving it a hard stroke before skimming downward again. “What have you seen since that has gotten these panties so wet, little lamb?”
“You,” I whispered. “Every morning when you run by my house.”
His fingers stopped and heat filled my cheeks, but I didn’t recant my confession. I wanted him to know my secret. “You’ve watched me run?”
“Watch is too tame of a description,” I muttered sheepishly. “More like…stalk.”
Something darkened in his eyes, but before I could question it, he shifted my panties aside and spread the lips of my sex. When he thrust his middle finger into me, I had to bite my lips together to keep from screaming, knowing it would most likely wake the baby if I did.
“How often?” he growled, holding his finger inside me.
“E-every morning,” I admitted shakily, rocking my hips against his hand. “I-I sit on the front porch, in the shadows so you can’t see me. It’s the best part of my day, getting to see you first thing, before the rest of the world descends on me.”
“I hate those runs,” he said, and I flinched. When I tried to pull away, he grasped one of my hips in his other hand, locking me in place. “I hate them because all I want is to see you, but I never do. I’ve tried so hard just to catch a glimpse, but I never got lucky enough.”
“Y-you really wanted to see me?” I whispered.
“Yeah, baby. And I’m jealous as hell that you got to watch me, but I didn’t get to see you.” His finger flexed inside me, rubbing against a spot that had my head falling back onto my shoulders, my moan filling the room. “You’re going to stop hiding from me. Tomorrow, and every other day that follows, you’re going to sit where I can see you.”
What he was doing felt so good that I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. He pulled his finger free, and I whined at the loss. Jenner grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in for a deep, hard kiss. “No more hiding, Doe. Say you will let me see you tomorrow.”
“Y-yes,” I promised. “Whatever you want.”
“Ah, baby, you shouldn’t have said that.” His lips lifted in a smirk. “Bra off. Now.”
I didn’t even hesitate. Reaching behind me, I unsnapped my bra then pulled it off through the sleeves of my T-shirt, leaving me exposed to him since my shirt was still pushed up over my breasts. He licked his lips hungrily, and then suddenly, I was on my back with him between my legs and he was greedily sucking one of my nipples against the roof of his mouth.
“Tastes so good,” he groaned against my flesh. “So damn beautiful. Need you so fucking bad.”
“Jenner!” I was so overwhelmed with pleasure I didn’t notice where his hands were until he thrust two fingers into my core.
“I just want to feel you come on my fingers, baby. Want to see your face when I make you fall over the edge. Have you flood my hand with all your sweet cream.” His words sounded so dirty, especially when he was still licking my nipples. No one had ever talked to me like that, but I quickly realized that I loved it. “I’m going to lick it all up. Need your sweetness on my tongue.”
I was so close, I could feel the orgasm building, my inner walls already clenching around his fingers. He had a spot he liked to focus on, the one that made me want to wrap my legs around his head and let him lick me as much as he wanted. I wanted him to touch me there always, make me feel this good, this wanted, this…sexy.