“Oh, Reno.” She threw her arms around his neck. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He let her hold him. “Because, I can’t be sure how long this will last, and I didn’t – I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“How long what will last? Your love?”
“No. My time here.”
Journey felt her heart contract. “As I reminded you before, none of us have any assurance how long our time here will be. Things happen. People die. Heck, I could fall in the shower or step in front of a bus. And if you go back in time? The poet, Alfred Lord Tennyson, had something to say about taking a chance on love.”
Reno spoke up, completing her thought. “Fancy loved poetry. I think Tennyson said, better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.”
“Yes. I believe what he said to be true.” She touched his face. “I don’t know what the future holds for us. If. When.” Journey struggled with her meaning. “If you leave me, I will miss you forever. But if we are together now, I’ll have memories to hold onto that will last me a lifetime.”
The answer Reno chose to give did not consist of words. He sat on the couch and drew her into his lap, his mouth claiming hers. With unrestrained passion, he kissed her over and over again. Journey was a very willing participant. She threaded her fingers into his hair, fisting it to hold him in place. She needn’t have worried; he wasn’t going anywhere.
With careful, measured movements, he pulled at the shoulder straps on the sundress, giving her every opportunity to stop him. When she didn’t, he eased the dress down to her waist, his eyes darting from her face to the modest white bra covering the generous mounds of her breasts. “Is this what you want?”
In answer, she sat up enough to reach behind her back to undo the clasp. When the cups of her bra loosened, she shrugged the garment from her body, holding her breath to see what his reaction might be. When he didn’t move or say anything, she raised her head. What she saw on his face and in his eyes erased any doubt in her mind.
His black eyes were full of heat and fixed on her nipples. The sight of his desire for her made her breasts swell and the sensitive tips tingle. As he stared at her they grew large and puffy with her own arousal. If he didn’t touch her soon, Journey thought she might die. To let him know he was welcome, she lifted one of her breasts in her palm – offering it to him.
Reno jerked, coming out of his daze. His hand came to hers, pushing it away so he could palm the beautiful mound himself. “Exquisite,” he whispered. “You are absolutely exquisite.”
To Journey’s delight, he began to touch her breasts. Weighing them. Rubbing them. Massaging the heavy globes. To facilitate their play, he arranged her in his lap to straddle his legs. All she could do was throw her head back and luxuriate in the feel of his fingers tugging at her nipples, molding and kneading her hungry flesh. When he dipped his head to take her eager flesh into his mouth, she cried out her pleasure. And when he began to suck, she grasped his shoulders and moved against him with a rhythm as old as time.
Reno was beside himself with need. He tongued her nipple, sucking greedily. He’d take her whole breast into his mouth if he could. She was so soft. So sweet. And God, she wanted him – there was no mistaking that fact. Gripping her waist, he helped her move. Every pass of her body over his engorged dick made him want to bellow with pleasure. He loved the sounds she made as he worshiped her breasts – as he moved from one to another, feasting on the tender flesh. Swirling his tongue, he tickled the tip of her engorged nipples – taking it between his teeth and biting gently.
“Reno. Reno!” Her fingers bit into his biceps as she leaned back further, thrusting her breasts into his face. Her scrubbing movements intensified as she rode him harder. Faster. Pressing and rubbing her silk covered femininity against the thick iron-hard ridge of his cock. He’d seen women pretend to come before and he’d seen some actually come after a great deal of work – but he’d never seen anything like this. On the verge of exploding himself, he watched his Journey fly apart in his arms. “Oh, Reno!” she cried as she began to shake, a beautiful red blush blooming on her skin. The sight, the sound, the feel of her finding satisfaction sent him over the edge. He’d never come in his clothes before, but this seemed to be the time for new things. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he buried his face against her neck for a moment before capturing her trembling ruby lips in a kiss full of promise.
Gasping, Journey tried to catch her breath. She felt a bit embarrassed at how she’d lost control. Would Reno think less of her? “I got a little carried away, I guess.” Bracing her hand on the back of the couch she attempted to ease off his lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He made sure she stayed right where she was.
“Nowhere. Just to sit by you.”
“You are fine right where you are.” He cuddled her to him. “Rest your head on my shoulder for just a second before I go clean myself up.”
“All right.” She did as he asked, not pressing for any details. A sigh of contentment slipped from her lips. “I enjoyed that. Thank you.” In the next heartbeat, she could feel his chest rumble in amusement. “What’s so funny?”
“Your thanking me. Why, you just gave
