“Another gun?”he asked, his hands burning to touch Jo. But he didn’t want to start anything with that gun on her leg.
“It’s my back-up piece,” she said casually, reaching down to unbuckle the holster. She set it on the floor and twined her legs with his.
Still staring at the gun, he said, “Have you ever needed to use it?”
“No, thank God. If I have to use it, something’s gone wrong.” She slid back up his body, making sure she pressed against his cock. “Do you want to talk about my guns? Or can we have some fun?” She frowned. “Even though you don’t have condoms.”
“We can have fun without condoms,” he said, and slid one finger between her folds. When she moaned, he smiled.
“I’ve waited a long time to hear that sound,” he said, touching her again. Inhaling her scent.
She arched into him, desperate for his touch. He slid her onto the couch and knelt on the floor. Put his mouth on her, sucking her clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it.
“Oh, God, Cam. Too much. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Yeah?”he asked. “How long exactly?”
“Since high school, you idiot.”
“Is that the way to talk to the guy who’s going to make you come so hard you fall off the couch?”he said, pressing his mouth between her legs.
Jo couldn’t hold in a cry as she arched into him. She slid her hands into the back of his jeans, gasping when she realized he was commando. She slid her palms over his ass, caressing and squeezing his hard muscles.
Cam moaned as she touched him, and the vibrations of his voice drove her higher. Wilder. When he swirled his tongue around her clitoris, she levitated off the couch. “Oh, God, Cam,” she moaned. “Yes. More. Please.”
He flattened his tongue against her, and her orgasm roared through her. She pressed her mouth against his chest and screamed into it.
“God, Jo,” he said several minutes later. “Why didn’t we do this fifteen years ago?”
“Because we were both idiots,” she said, her arms still wrapped around him. She speared her fingers through his silky hair, caressing his head.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided and her breathing evened out, she flipped him over so that he was lying on the couch. “My turn to play now,” she said.
Fumbling with his jeans, she slid her hand inside and curled her fingers around his thick cock. Protecting it from the zipper, she slid his jeans open and tugged them down to his thighs. Below his knees. Off his feet.
Then she slid between his legs and touched him. Ran one finger around the crown, savoring the way he shuddered above her. Drew one moan after another out of him. She played with him until he was panting and groaning, then slid down and took him into her mouth.
“Jo,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You don’t have to do that.”
She let him go with a pop and looked up at him. “Why not? Do you have some kinky rule about oral? Don’t you like it? Don’t you want me to suck you off?”
“God, no, Jo. I love it. I just meant you don’t have to do this.”
She frowned at him. “I want to do this, Cam. But if you want me to stop, I will.”
“No!”he said, his voice rising. “Please don’t stop. I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“Obligated?” She scowled at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Iwantto do this with you. Iwantyou to come as hard as you made me come. Harder.” She smiled down at him. “That’ll give you something to strive for next time.”
“God, Jo, are you always this mouthy in bed?”
“Nice play on words, Cam.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.
“I want to know,” he said, touching her breasts. “Tell me.”
Her smile faded. She hadn’t been mouthy with Mike in the few months they’d had before his accident. Dirty talk intimidated her husband. “What do you think, Cam?”
“I think you are,” he said. “At least I hope so.”