Page 75 of Second Time Around

He chuckled. “Because it’s us,” he said, turning her words around on her.

She stilled, and he worried he’d said the wrong thing, but then she nodded and leaned in for another kiss.

She slipped her tongue in his mouth at the same time he dipped a finger inside her, and they both moaned. Soon she began to undulate her hips, her inner walls clamping down on his finger like a vice grip.

Their kissing became more urgent, desperate even, as she chased her release. When he added a second finger, she detonated, and it was a thing of beauty to witness her surrender.

She tipped her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and muttered a string of mostly unintelligible sounds. However, he clearly heard, “Oh God, Beck. Yes. Just like that.”

When she came back to herself, she stood up, took his hand, and led him back to the bedroom. What happened next would be imprinted in his mind forever.

She dragged his shorts down his legs and demanded he sit on the edge of the bed. Then she dropped to her knees before him, causing him to release a rough exhale.

“Jenna…you don’t have to.”

But she’d already bent her head down and drawn him deep into her mouth. She’d pleasured him like this before, but she’d always finished him off with her hand. The thought of swallowing had made her squeamish, and he didn’t fault her for it. If she was touching him, he hadn’t cared how he finished.

She worked him into a frenzy, and when he neared the tipping point, he tapped her on the head.

She glanced up with moist lips and a surprised expression. “You want me to stop?”

“Well, not really, but…you don’t usually…”

She smiled seductively. “I’m okay with it if you are.”

Okay with it? What guy wouldn’t be? He must have taken too long to respond, because she lowered her head and swallowed him up, body, heart, and soul.

Soon he adopted a similar pose to the one she’d had in the living room. He tipped his head back, shut his eyes, and ground out his release. She took it all unflinchingly, and almost proudly.

Afterward, he pulled her onto the bed and smothered her with kisses and accolades until she playfully pushed him away.

“You’re exaggerating. I’m not that good.”

“Oh, but you are,” he insisted.

She’d laughed and then snuggled up to him like it was the only place she wanted to be.

Sated, and more relaxed than he’d been in a long time, his eyelids started to droop. She’d gone quiet, and he wondered if she was getting sleepy too. This was past their bedtime, after all.

“You’re staying over, right?” he said.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Not this again.”

“I don’t have a change of clothes or toiletries or anything!”

“So what? It’s only us here.”

She sighed, but she nestled closer, and he took that as a good sign.

“Just rest your eyes for a few minutes and see what happens.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” He was always surprised and cautiously optimistic when she agreed with him.

“I don’t feel like getting up right this minute.”