Jane knows how to keep a man on tenterhooks. She just sits there and stares at me, wide-eyed, with her hand over her mouth.
“Jane. Blink. Wave a flag. Something. Please. You’re killing me.”
The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, being pleasurably assaulted with her mouth on mine, her hands tugging at my clothes, her voice whispering my name into my mouth. We share one breath while we kiss and caress, deftly—and sometimes clumsily—removing the pesky shirts that separate us from skin to skin contact. She’s so warm and sweet against me, it tugs at some primal thing inside my body. I have to restrain myself from turning into a wild, chest-thumping creature. I never saw myself that way, but she rouses an intense protectiveness in me. It’s not not me; it’s a spark that I’ve never followed before.
The kissing and whispering only stop when I feel a dampness on my cheek. I pull away from the kiss to cup her face and kiss away her tears.
“Yes?” I ask.
“Yes, Henry. I love you so damn much. And I’m not sorry I lied. I was speaking into existence what I wanted. I think a part of me knew the second I met you. I’m only sorry I lost your number after that first day at the fair.”
I’m done using words. I’m so happy I can’t even think of anything else to say or do but ravage her.
Just the other day I had promised to take it slow, kiss her everywhere, pleasure every inch of her, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. While we savor each other’s kiss, my body eases her onto her back. I settle my body between her legs, my erect cock nestled against her heat, which radiates through her panties all the way through my boxers. She sighs into my mouth and says, “Did you bring a condom?”
I smile as I nuzzle her neck with my lips and my tongue, then reply, “Yeah.” God, she smells so damn good.
“Toss it. I want another baby now, Henry.”
Looking into her eyes, I see she’s dead serious. This might be a heat of passion decision, but much worse things have been decided in the heat of passion.
I tease her sweet lips with my tongue and reply, “Oh yeah. We’re doing this. But first, you gotta do me a favor. I need to taste your honey. I wanna make you come so hard with my mouth.”
Her only response is a guttural moan as I slowly kiss down her neck, leaving soft kisses between her breasts. My cock is so warm from the contact between her panties and my boxers, I can almost feel the wetness soaking through the more I kiss her. I ease my cock away, and she jerks her hips to meet mine.
“Oh, you’re gonna get this fat dick, sweetheart. But I meant what I said about taking it slow.”
She whines and slides her soft thighs over my hips, stroking me with her legs while I unclasp her bra, slowly moving the straps from her shoulders. She raises her arms to get rid of it, and after she does, I grip her arms above her head against the pillow.
I kiss the imprint of the straps in her skin, licking and massaging, then move my mouth across her collarbone. “Hold on to the headboard,” I tell her. She obeys without a word and I let go of her arms.
I kiss down her sternum and slowly kiss my way over to one rosy nipple, teasing it with my tongue while she writhes under me. When I switch to the other one at a slow, torturing pace, she squeezes my middle with her legs.
I kiss my way down to her tummy while my hands overflow with her breasts. My loving kisses continue lower, below her navel. My hands let go of her breasts so I can caress and kiss her faint stretch marks.
“Oh god, that part,” she says with a giggle.
I kiss and lick lower, smoothing my hand over her pelvis, hips, belly button. “I told you I was gonna kiss every inch of you, and I meant it. Every bit of you is beautiful, and it’s all mine, sweetheart.”
The teasing, kissing, and breathing through the fabric of her panties makes her buck against me. I hold her steady and lick all the way from the back to the front, where I can already feel her clit through the thin material.
I kiss achingly slowly down the inside of her thigh, all the way down to her knee, then back up again and down the other thigh.
“Is it OK if I suck here a little bit? It might leave a mark,” I ask, slightly suctioning the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“Please,” she rasps.
“So polite,” I rumble against her pussy, still licking the source of her heat through the fabric.
Her begging moans almost have me ready to rip her soaked undies off and get to the most fun part. But not quite yet. I have to tease her a little more by kissing upward, past her clit, pressing kisses against her soft mound.
Finally, I rise to my knees, inch her panties off, and let her watch me rub them across my chest.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, almost laughing. “My granny panties.”
“That’s right,” I say. “I’ve been thinking about your panties all day, about what they would taste like after you spent all day working outside. They taste like heaven, and heaven is my woman.”
Soft, gentle, teasing kisses all over her clit, her sweet folds, and her entrance occupy me for the next several minutes. Her moans make me want to dive in and finish her off completely, but the soft teasing makes her insanely wet. I have
