“I’ll have you any way you like, Connor Banks,” Jess says, her molten brown gaze melting my insides and hardening my cock. “Rolled in eggs and flour, dipped in melted chocolate, smothered in cinnamon butter and—"
I cut her off, kissing her hard and then nipping at her bottom lip. “Do you have some kind of food fetish?”
“I’m not sure yet. Can I let you know?” she asks breathlessly, threading her hands through my hair and tugging my head back down to hers.
I chuckle as our mouths meet, slow and sweet this time. But then Jess grinds herself against me with a needy moan, and my willpower evaporates like mist in the sun. My body hums with desire, and my cock hardens to painful proportions. It’s hunger and lust and desire all rolled into one, tempered with something deeper, something profound, something that feels very much like…love.
Her scent fills my nose as I hold her close, her breasts pressed against my chest. I cup her cheek, tilting her face up to mine so I can drink her in. Her chestnut hair frames her pretty face and flushed cheeks. The freckles scattered across her nose are fucking adorable, and I want to kiss each one. My eyes drop to her full lips, watching as they part with her heavy breaths.
Yeah, she wants me as much as I want her.
“So, what happens now?” I murmur, sliding my nose along hers and kissing the corner of her mouth.
Jess bites her lip briefly, then pulls away from me and stands up. I look up at her questioningly.
My eyes widen as her hands go to her blouse, and she begins to free buttons from buttonholes. She shrugs out of it, and it pools on the floor at her feet. She toes off her boots before sliding her pants down her thick, creamy thighs and stepping out of them. Goosebumps break out across her smooth skin as she stands before me in just her underwear. Her tits are barely contained in the lacy cups of her bra. Her nipples press against the fabric, and my mouth waters with the need to taste them. Her panties have little Christmas trees all over them, and my mouth tugs up in a smile.
“Fuck, you take my breath away, Jess. You’re fucking adorable,” I growl, coming to stand in front of her. I cup her face in my hand. “Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?’
She nods, licking her lips nervously. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Connor. It’s kind of scary.”
“I feel it, too, baby,” I admit, my heart beating a military tattoo against my ribs.
Without thinking any further, I take her mouth in a fervent kiss, infusing it with every ounce of the passion burning inside me. Her tongue meets mine in a frenzy of need, and a low moan echoes up from her throat into my mouth. Jesus, she tastes like cinnamon and sin, and I want to savor every inch of her smooth flesh.
I break the kiss and look down at Jess, noting her swollen lips and the splash of color across her cheeks. She’s breathing hard, and her eyes are hooded with desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I mutter, skimming my hands down her shoulders and across the swell of her breasts.
Reaching behind her, I unclip her bra, smoothing the straps down her arms. Holy fucking shit, she has the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. Large and round and crowned with rosy nipples that harden as I watch. I want to throw her down on the blankets and rut into her like a wild animal. I swallow hard, fighting to get myself under control.
I wrap one arm around her waist while the other goes to the waistband of her panties. “Can I touch you, Jess?”
“Please,” she gasps, moving her hips against me.
I slip my hand inside, encountering soft curls. My cock pulses in my pants as I feel the wetness that coats her pussy. Sliding a finger along her slit, I open her up to find her little nub.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good!” she gasps, jerking against me as my finger rubs over the target.
I watch her the whole time as I move my hand on her, her pleasure feeding mine as her head falls back and she calls my name. Her thighs tremble against mine. She needs to lay down before her legs give way.
I nudge her backward so that she sinks onto the blanket-covered cushions, naked apart from the scrap of material covering her pussy. Her hair fans out around her, and my heart clenches at the sight. She’s like Aphrodite, all luscious curves and creamy skin.
Jess’s eyes stay glued to me as I rip my shirt over my head and kick off my boots. I unzip my pants and remove them, along with my boxers. My cock stands proudly to attention, angling up toward my stomach.
“You’re so handsome. And so big,” Jess whispers, her eyes on my turgid cock.
“You’re good for my ego,” I smile, kneeling in front of her and ripping her panties down her thighs. I bring them to my nose and inhale the damp spot from her juices before tossing them to one side.
“I want to taste you, Jess. Wanna put my mouth on you and feel you come on my tongue,” I mutter, my eyes fixed on her glistening pussy.
“Oh, God, yes!” she says huskily, lifting her hips in a mute invitation.
I wrap my hand around her calf and lift her leg over my shoulder. “Jesus, you’re wet for me, baby. So soft and tempting.”