Page 13 of Wrapped Up In You
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, Hayden. Let’s do it.”
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HAYDEN
That was all the green light I needed. Without another word, I dropped to my knees in front of Jonathan. His breath caught as I looked up at him, then focused my attention on the bulge right in front of me.
Slowly, I lowered the waistband of his joggers, torn between watching his face and eyeing his cock as I exposed it one excruciating inch at a time. It was fucking beautiful. Long and thick with a vein running down the underside. I couldn’t wait to feel it on my tongue.
I leaned in, nuzzling his crotch and inhaling the musky scent of him before licking a stripe right along that vein and taking him all the way to the back of my throat in one fluid motion. His hand gripped my hair fiercely as he fought to control himself. Jonathan’s tense body was like a live wire ready to spark. I slid up and down slowly, taking my time to make sure he felt my mouth, wet and slippery, on every inch of his dick.
“Lucy, look at me.” I waited until his lust-hazed eyes cleared enough to focus on me. “Relax.” I squeezed his tight ass and ran my hand down the backs of his thighs, his hamstrings stretched taught with tension.
He reached down and ran his fingers through my hair, combing them through the mostly-dry strands. “Don’t want to come yet.”
“You just came an hour ago. Aren’t old guys like you supposed to have a longer refractory period?” I flashed him a cheeky smile.
“First of all, fuck off.” He tugged at my hair just hard enough to make his point. “Second, it’s been a…while since I’ve had a blowjob.” The shy look on his usually arrogant face was disarming. “It feels good,” he said softly.
“Rebecca didn’t…?” I raised my eyebrows in question.
He slowly shook his head from side to side, his fingers continuing to run through my hair almost absent-mindedly.
I stood abruptly, taking his hand in mine and pulling him toward the bedroom. “Come on,” I said unnecessarily. It was pretty obvious where we were headed in the tiny cabin.
“Why?”
“Because we’re doing this right,” I said, without turning back to look at him, continuing to tug him in the direction I wanted to go. “I want to take my time with you, and we need a bed for that.”
He came to an abrupt halt, tugging my hand to stop my forward progress. I turned and looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
“We need to brush our teeth.”
“What?”
“We just ate lunch. We need to brush our teeth.” He looked like a petulant toddler trying to explain to his father why he needed a red cup instead of blue.
“Honey, I don’t need a clean mouth for what I’m planning to do to you.” The smirk I gave him was full of lascivious promise.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His blue eyes darkened with lust, but he held his ground. “I want to kiss you. And I can’t kiss you after eating a mouthful of roast beef and mustard.”
Bless his sweet, persnickety heart. The more time I spent with him, the more his little quirks became less annoying and more endearing.
I tightened my grip on his hand again and changed direction, pulling him toward the bathroom, where we both brushed our teeth so thoroughly that even the toughest of dental hygienists would have been impressed. My cock had softened some in the interim, but not my desire. If anything, I was more determined to get him out of his head and wild with lust.
“Satisfied?” I asked, smiling so he’d know I was teasing.
He returned my smile, then leaned forward, cupped my cheek, and kissed me so sweetly, so tenderly, my heart fluttered in my chest.
Huh. That was a new feeling.
He pulled back and smiled. “Yeah. I’m satisfied.” I nodded, too dazed to form words. This time, it was Jonathan who pulled me toward the bedroom.
We crossed the threshold, and I started to reach for the light, but Jonathan stopped me and crossed over to lift the shade covering the windows. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light streaming into the small room. It was nearly blinding as it bounced off all that white outside. Trees laden with thick layers of snow looked like they’d been frosted with glitter. It was breathtaking, but not nearly so much as the man now standing naked in front of me.
While I’d been admiring the view outside and trying to adjust to the blinding light streaming in, Jonathan had stripped down to nothing. I was sorry I’d missed the show, but I took the time now to admire every inch of his lean runner’s body. A small patch of hair was nestled between his pecs, then trailed down his abdomen to the darker patch of neatly trimmed curls at his groin. It came as no surprise that he kept himself as neatly groomed down below as he did the rest of his body. His muscled legs were covered in a light layer of hair that I couldn’t wait to feel wrapped around me, but right now, my attention was focused on his pretty dick, jutting proudly from his body as if it was reaching only for me.
I stepped forward, removing my shirt as I did so, and tossed it aside without care where it landed. I stepped out of my joggers and briefs, leaving those in a pile on the floor as well. And then, finally, with one more step, I was pressed against him, with nothing between us from shoulders to toes. The bedroom was slightly cooler than the rest of the house, sending a shiver down my spine, even as a fire raged beneath my skin.
