Page 52 of The Sweet Spot
“Yes, but honey.” I catch one of her hands in mine. “You don’t have to. Next time, I’ll have a condom, I promise.”
“We don’t need a condom for this.”
“Yeah, but—” And then I am rendered speechless because my cock is in her beautiful, generous, mind-blowing mouth. She’s leaning over me, bobbing her mouth on my erection, stroking my length with the flat of her tongue. One of her hands circlesthe base of my cock, squeezing and stroking so damn perfectly I could cry.
Fuck! I’m not going to last a minute. I’m going to embarrass myself.
My dick is throbbing and aching, and my ballsac feels heavy and tight. Fire races along my spine, and my heart is pounding.
Twenty-eight is too young to have a heart attack, right?
My mind might be tripping, but my body knows what it’s doing. I raise my head so I can watch—seeing it is half the pleasure. When she runs the tip of her tongue around the broad head of my cock, catching a trickle of precum, I completely lose it.
I’m done for. I’m—
“Jennie—” I try to warn her so she can pull back, but she takes me in deep again.
Before I can utter another word, my orgasm slams into me. I cry out hoarsely as my cum shoots down her throat. My erection kicks and bucks in her mouth, and dear God, she doesn’t miss a beat. She doesn’t pull back. She’s still bobbing on my cock, her hand gripping the base and squeezing and stroking me through my climax. I come and come and come.
Finally, once the ejaculations slow to a stop, she releases me. Ribbons of cum cling to her lips before she licks them away.
She smiles so shyly at me, as if to say,How was that? Did I do it right?
I close my eyes and groan. “I’m dead.”
Chapter 19 – Jennie
When I wake Monday morning, Chris is lying on his back, and I’m pressed up against his left side with my arm over his waist. We’re both still naked, lying skin to skin.
Last night was absolutely amazing. Even without a condom, and without intercourse, it was perfect. I knew he’d be a kind and generous lover. I never once doubted that.
I check the clock on my nightstand. It’s nearly eight, and the house is silent. I guess we all slept in this morning.
Chris mumbles something in his sleep and turns toward me, pressing his lips against my hair. “Good morning.” His voice is gruff from sleep.
His arm doesn’t seem to be bothering him too much because his right hand starts roaming over my naked body, first cupping a breast and thumbing my nipple until it shrinks into a little pebble. Then his hand moves lower, stopping to stroke my belly. He doesn’t seem to mind the soft, pudgy parts of me. Finally, he groans as his hand slips down between my legs, where I’m still wet from last night, and he starts rubbing circles on my clit.
Neither one of us says a word, but my breathing picks up. So does his. I part my legs to give him easier access. As he rubs and rubs and rubs my tender nerve bundle, he trails kisses across my shoulder and the back of my neck. When he hits a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear, I shiver.
I gasp when an orgasm sneaks up on me, making my belly quiver and my thighs shake. I press my face into my pillow to muffle the sounds coming out of me—high-pitched, girly sounds.
All of a sudden, my bedroom opens and Granny peers inside the room. I bite back a squeal. Chris casually pulls the blankets up to cover our bodies.
“Is it time for breakfast?” Granny asks. “I’m hungry. So is Pumpkin.” She pauses a moment to study the man in my bed. “Oh, good. He stayed.” She turns and walks away, muttering, “Him, I like. Not that other one.”
I roll to face Chris and press my face into the crook of his neck. “I guess Granny approves.”
“Thank God,” he says as he pushes the covers back and sits up. “I guess we’d better go make her something to eat.”
This morning, it’s French toast and bacon for breakfast. And coffee, of course, with French vanilla creamer.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Chris asks as we’re eating.
It looks like neither one of us has to go to work today. Chris is on a brief medical leave because of his shoulder, and the diner will be closed for the next day or two for repairs. I’m hoping we’ll be allowed to reopen on Wednesday.
“I’ve got to call the insurance company, and the contractor who’s doing the repairs. And I need to go to the grocery store.”
Chris’s phone rings and he checks the screen. “This is one of my contacts in the DA’s office.” He takes the call. “Sheriff Nelson.”
