Page 11 of More than Enough
“Blade?” She rose to her knees, the shirt slow to slip down her body, making his mouth water with the need to follow that same path. “You’re scaring me.” She stretched out a hand towards him, and he took a wobbling step, all balance gone.
Finally, his mouth decided to start working again, the sounds coming slowly, a torture of its own when he wanted to babble his thoughts to her. “You’re just so goddamned everything, Jenn. I don’t wanna screw anything up.”
“Why do you assume you’re going to screw up?” She took in a deep breath. “Ask me what I want, Blade. Go ahead, ask me.”
He stood balanced on the knife’s edge of uncertainty, afraid to ask a question where he didn’t already know the answer, not when it mattered this much.She wouldn’t have said it like that if she was gonna blow me off. He looked at her, smiling back at him, hand still outstretched.Out of my league. Her head tipped to the other side.I don’t care if she is. She’s gonna be mine.
“What do you want, Jenn?”
“You.” Her answer was instant, no hesitation, voice low and throaty with desire. He took those final strides to the side of her bed and wrapped his fingers around hers, letting her pull him down.
Her skin was like silk under his hand as he caressed her cheek, thumb grazing across her lips. With her chin lifted in a clear invitation, he didn’t make her wait long, swooping in to press a kiss to her mouth. Her pleased hum buzzed through him, and he returned for another one, and another, sweet closed-mouth caresses that had his whole body vibrating. Then her tongue touched his lips, a glancing quest of a touch, and it was on.
He spread her lips with his tongue, plunging in and sweeping, tangling with hers as he tasted her, drinking deep from her lips. She lay back on the pillows and he followed her down, pressed tight to her side, angling over her upper body to capture her mouth again, and again. The first touch of her hand on his arm made him groan into her mouth. Her fingers worked under the hem of the shirt, and he backed off a moment, reaching behind him to grip the neckband and strip if off over his head. Then it was back to Jenn, bodies pressed together, her hands exploring his back, shoulder, sides. He threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping and angling her mouth where he wanted it, and she moaned, arching up against him.
“You’ve got too many clothes on, Blade.” He’d moved to her neck, kissing and nipping along that ivory column, and she pressed her lips next to his ear, the whisper and gust of breath making him shiver. “And, so do I.”
“You’re right.” He sank his teeth into the notch of her shoulder and neck, gripping and holding for a moment, noting how her breathing changed to a quick pant, her voice thready when she responded.
“So, let’s take care of that little problem.”
“I’m enjoyin’ myself right here.” He ran his mouth along her collarbone, nosing underneath her shirt to get at more flesh, more skin, more heat. “But I see the advantages of your suggestion.” Lifting up, he stared down at her. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, and the arousal he saw in her eyes had him bending for another slow, deep kiss. Wet and hot, their tongues tangled in a slide that made him want so much more. Murmuring against her mouth, he acquiesced, “Okay, strip.”
From his position on his back next to her, he watched her undress, mostly under the blankets, as he shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs, kicking them off the bed. She finished and lay still, covers pulled up to the tops of her breasts, her eyes downcast slightly as if she were shy with him. He shuffled around and slipped into bed with her, then rolled so he was tight to her side, leaning over and studying her for a moment.
“This okay, Jenn?” He bent and nuzzled against her cheek, trying to ignore the demands of his rigid cock as he promised, “If you want to stop, just say the word. You’re in control here. I’m all yours and all in on this, but if you wanna back off, there are no worries. Just say the word.”
He’d made his way along her throat again, trailing kisses along the way, mixing them with a series of soft bites. Her skin was already reddened from his scruff, and he made a mental note to be more careful. Back at that sensitive juncture, he repeated the firm hold, sighing against her skin when she reacted the same way. This time the arch up brought with it the glorious glide of skin on skin, her breasts pressing against his chest.
“I want this, Blade.”
With that go sign, he ventured farther, hand sliding up her side to cup a breast, lifting and plumping as he found the other with his mouth, pulling her deep on a hard draw, tongue flicking against the stiff bud of her nipple, her body shuddering and moving with each firm suck. Jenn’s fingers carded through his hair, then gripped as she held him tightly against her. He fought and won the right to move to her other breast, treating it to the same loving attention until both nipples were pebbled and hard.
The covers tangled against his feet as he shifted between her thighs, and he kicked them down, the chill of the air conditioning a delicious contrast to the furnace her body created beneath him. He straightened his arms and lifted up, staring down at the perfection of Jenn. Full breasts reddened with nipples drawn into peaks, her belly rising and falling with her quick breaths, generous hips topping her shapely legs spread for him. Gaze back on her face, he saw she looked uncertain, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Fuckin’ perfect, baby. Everything about you fits all of me.” He rocked his hips, drawing his throbbing cock along her pussy, her lips separating and allowing him to slide in the slick wetness there. “Wanna eat you out before I get too carried away. Got me hard enough to pound nails, and I’m not sure I’ll last. Wanna make this good for you.”
“You don’t have to.” The sparkle in her eye put the lie to those words, and he smiled down at her, arching his back to drag his cock through her wet again.
He shifted down, tracing a path along her belly, dropping a chain of kisses from hip to hip before he lapped at her. When the first taste burst across his tongue, he groaned as it filled his mouth. Voice muffled against her flesh, he told her, “But I wanna. This isn’t a chore, Jenn. This is part of me lovin’ on you.” He pressed a kiss to her clit, lips parting to suck on it lightly until her hips rose against him as she cried out. “Let me love on you, sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart,” she echoed, her voice wistful. “That’s the first sweet name you’ve called me.”
“Not in my head,” he assured her, laving her with the flat of his tongue. “I didn’t wanna offer myself the promise of this, not expecting you to want me the same way.” Swirling circles over her clit with the tip of his tongue, he focused on that nub until her hips caught a demanding rhythm of movement. “Didn’t wanna build myself up like that.”
“Why would you—” Her breath caught and she moaned softly. “Why would you think I didn’t want you?”
“You’re you.” He thought that covered all the reasons, but was wrong apparently, because she stiffened slightly and shifted. He looked up to see she’d lifted on her elbows and was frowning down at him. “What?”
“What does that mean? Is this more of that ‘woman like you’ bullshit you tried to give me earlier?” She stretched out a hand and trailed her fingers along the side of his face. “Why do you think that?”
“Out of my league.” He put the words out there, wishing he could call them back an instant later. “But if you wanna slum it with me, I’ll take every moment I can.”
She pulled away and sat up, then reached for his head with both hands, drawing him close, pressing their foreheads together.
There was an intensity to her voice when she spoke, a vibrato that captured his attention and held it. “Would it surprise you to know I think the same, but of you? Look at you, Nate.” He preened a little to hear her take ownership of his name like that. Then he focused on the rest of what she was saying. “You’re smart, successful, have dozens of close friends who like and trust you, and you’re gorgeous. Handsome beyond anything I’d ever expect to have in my bed. Your body is to die for, all those muscles and the strength. Your confidence.” She drew him in for a kiss. “Trust me when I say this isn’t slumming it. This is me reaching for the stars and hoping.”
“I’m rough around the edges.”
