I gave him an arch, teasing smile, hiding the fact that his words made my heart flutter. “You’re about to get even luckier,” I told him, and dragged his boxers down to his knees. His cock sprang free, the full, thick length of it making my mouth water a little. “There’s my old friend,” I murmured. “I’ve missed seeing him.”
“Not half as much as he’s missed you,” Jendan said, and his thumb traced my lower lip. “Or even close to as much as I’ve missed you. Just seeing you next to me. Waking up to your smile. Your hand touching mine. I’ve missed all of you, Annabelle. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I go home.”
My throat tightened at his sweet words. “Hookers and blow?”
He chuckled. “Despite what you might think of Hollywood people, not all of us are into that sort of thing.”
“I know,” I said softly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do either.” I tilted my head back and looked up at him. “Let’s not think about it right now, okay?”
He nodded and cupped my cheek again, just gazing down at me.
We both needed a distraction, or I was going to start weeping at the prospect of leaving his side again just after being reunited. So I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his cock and gave it a small squeeze. That got his attention. Jendan’s hand went to my shoulder and he squeezed in response, and began to stroke my skin through the fabric of my shirt. “God, Annabelle.”
“If you get this excited,” I teased lightly, “You’re really going to be in for a treat when I put my mouth on you.”
He groaned again.
All right, then. Time to put my money where my mouth was. With another squeeze of his thick length, I leaned in and brushed my tongue over the head of his cock. A bead of pre-cum met my tastebuds, filling my mouth with Jendan’s unique flavor.
Above me, Jendan groaned again, and his hands tangled in my hair. “Wait, wait. Slow up.”
I pulled away, curious. Did he not like head? “Did I do something wrong?”
“Christ, no.” He took my hand and dragged me to my feet. “I just…want us to be on equal ground for our first time. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything for me.”
I pushed his hands off of me. “Obligated? I’m not obligated to do anything. I wanted to touch you. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”
“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one preoccupied during the game, then,” he said with a grin and a kiss on my nose. “I don’t know… I guess I’m just feeling weird about this.”
“Because for so long it was look but don’t touch, and now we can finally touch?”
He nodded, burying his hands in my hair again and giving me another steamy look. “Though I have to admit, I’m enjoying touching you.”
“You can touch me for a while if you’d rather,” I told him, stroking my hands along his strong arms. “I’m certainly not going to protest.”
“Can I take your clothes off of you?”
I nodded, fighting off the weird hint of shyness I felt. He’d seen me naked daily for the last six weeks. Why did this feel so very different? This must have been how he’d felt when I’d started to go down on him.
Funny how casual nudity could make us so awkward in the face of true intimacy.
His hands went to the hem of my baggy sleep shirt and he began to slowly tug it upward. I raised my arms to assist him, and felt a blush heat my cheeks when he pulled it over my head and my breasts were exposed. They were just breasts. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.
“Just as beautiful as I remembered,” Jendan murmured as he tossed my t-shirt to the side.
I lowered my arms and stepped a little closer to him, eager to slide my hands under his shirt. Even though his pants and boxers were around his ankles, he was still wearing a shirt and I wanted his bare skin against mine.
His hands moved down my shoulders, then my back, caressing me with every movement. My skin prickled with arousal under his light touches. Then, his hands slid into my panties, cupping my ass. As I gasped, he began to work the fabric downward, even as he leaned in to kiss me again. “Beautiful Annabelle. You made me crazy with lust every day we were out there.”
“I did?” I asked, my voice breathless. His mouth dipped in to kiss mine, our lips slicking together and distracting me.
“You did. Ever wonder why I kept going off into the trees? I had to get things under control before I had some uncomfortable moments on camera.” His lips caressed my upper one. “The last thing I needed was to make you feel awkward because I couldn’t handle my reactions.”
I giggled at the mental image. “Sounds like you were doing a lot of handling to me.”
He chuckled, and his hands squeezed my ass. My panties were now bunched low on my hips, below where his hands rested. “Cruel woman. I guess you didn’t have the same problem.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said lightly as his fingers stroked along the curves of my bottom. “I might have had quite a few dirty dreams that I had to ignore, or else I’d have to go run off into the jungle myself to take care of things.”
“Mmm. Tell me more about these dirty dreams.” His fingers delved into the part of my buttocks, making me gasp at the sensation.
“Well, I know I woke up more than once with this pressing against my hip,” I told him, grasping his straining cock in my hands. “And it took everything I had not to throw a leg over you and slide you deep inside me.”
Jendan groaned again, and his fingers brushed a little deeper.
I gave a small wiggle and my panties dropped to the floor. I kicked them aside and spread my legs so he could move his fingers even deeper if he wanted. “But I resisted,” I murmured. “It was very…hard, but I managed.” At hard, I bit down on his lower lip and sucked on it.
With that, Jendan pushed forward, landing us both back on the bed again. I went backward gleefully, my heart pounding with excitement and arousal as he climbed over me and pushed my legs apart, settling between my spread legs. “You should be rewarded for being such a good girl, I suppose.”
“Mmm.” Just the sexy tone of his voice had me wet. “What did you have in mind?”
“This,” he told me, just as his mouth captured mine again, and his fingers brushed through my slick folds.
I clung to him, whimpering my pleasure. Oh God, his touch was incredible. I was so wet already, all this talking and back-and-forth play just driving me mad with need.
Jendan’s fingers stroked my pussy, teasing the wetness back and forth until my folds were soaked with my own juices. “So lovely,” he murmured between hot kisses. “So wet.”
“Just thinking about you touching me makes me wet,” I told him breathlessly, clinging to his big shoulders. His skin felt so good against mine – why had I waited all those weeks to do this? Pride in my game be damned. I’d met a great guy and pushed him away until the time was right.
Now, time felt like it was slipping away from me.
Frantic, I kissed him with increasing desire, raising my hips to meet his fingers. His thumb found my clitoris and rested there, and I moaned and rubbed up against it, needing more. “Jendan, please,” I whispered. “Let’s not go slow. Not this time. Not at first.”
“Not half as much as he’s missed you,” Jendan said, and his thumb traced my lower lip. “Or even close to as much as I’ve missed you. Just seeing you next to me. Waking up to your smile. Your hand touching mine. I’ve missed all of you, Annabelle. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I go home.”
My throat tightened at his sweet words. “Hookers and blow?”
He chuckled. “Despite what you might think of Hollywood people, not all of us are into that sort of thing.”
“I know,” I said softly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do either.” I tilted my head back and looked up at him. “Let’s not think about it right now, okay?”
He nodded and cupped my cheek again, just gazing down at me.
We both needed a distraction, or I was going to start weeping at the prospect of leaving his side again just after being reunited. So I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his cock and gave it a small squeeze. That got his attention. Jendan’s hand went to my shoulder and he squeezed in response, and began to stroke my skin through the fabric of my shirt. “God, Annabelle.”
“If you get this excited,” I teased lightly, “You’re really going to be in for a treat when I put my mouth on you.”
He groaned again.
All right, then. Time to put my money where my mouth was. With another squeeze of his thick length, I leaned in and brushed my tongue over the head of his cock. A bead of pre-cum met my tastebuds, filling my mouth with Jendan’s unique flavor.
Above me, Jendan groaned again, and his hands tangled in my hair. “Wait, wait. Slow up.”
I pulled away, curious. Did he not like head? “Did I do something wrong?”
“Christ, no.” He took my hand and dragged me to my feet. “I just…want us to be on equal ground for our first time. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything for me.”
I pushed his hands off of me. “Obligated? I’m not obligated to do anything. I wanted to touch you. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”
“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one preoccupied during the game, then,” he said with a grin and a kiss on my nose. “I don’t know… I guess I’m just feeling weird about this.”
“Because for so long it was look but don’t touch, and now we can finally touch?”
He nodded, burying his hands in my hair again and giving me another steamy look. “Though I have to admit, I’m enjoying touching you.”
“You can touch me for a while if you’d rather,” I told him, stroking my hands along his strong arms. “I’m certainly not going to protest.”
“Can I take your clothes off of you?”
I nodded, fighting off the weird hint of shyness I felt. He’d seen me naked daily for the last six weeks. Why did this feel so very different? This must have been how he’d felt when I’d started to go down on him.
Funny how casual nudity could make us so awkward in the face of true intimacy.
His hands went to the hem of my baggy sleep shirt and he began to slowly tug it upward. I raised my arms to assist him, and felt a blush heat my cheeks when he pulled it over my head and my breasts were exposed. They were just breasts. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.
“Just as beautiful as I remembered,” Jendan murmured as he tossed my t-shirt to the side.
I lowered my arms and stepped a little closer to him, eager to slide my hands under his shirt. Even though his pants and boxers were around his ankles, he was still wearing a shirt and I wanted his bare skin against mine.
His hands moved down my shoulders, then my back, caressing me with every movement. My skin prickled with arousal under his light touches. Then, his hands slid into my panties, cupping my ass. As I gasped, he began to work the fabric downward, even as he leaned in to kiss me again. “Beautiful Annabelle. You made me crazy with lust every day we were out there.”
“I did?” I asked, my voice breathless. His mouth dipped in to kiss mine, our lips slicking together and distracting me.
“You did. Ever wonder why I kept going off into the trees? I had to get things under control before I had some uncomfortable moments on camera.” His lips caressed my upper one. “The last thing I needed was to make you feel awkward because I couldn’t handle my reactions.”
I giggled at the mental image. “Sounds like you were doing a lot of handling to me.”
He chuckled, and his hands squeezed my ass. My panties were now bunched low on my hips, below where his hands rested. “Cruel woman. I guess you didn’t have the same problem.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said lightly as his fingers stroked along the curves of my bottom. “I might have had quite a few dirty dreams that I had to ignore, or else I’d have to go run off into the jungle myself to take care of things.”
“Mmm. Tell me more about these dirty dreams.” His fingers delved into the part of my buttocks, making me gasp at the sensation.
“Well, I know I woke up more than once with this pressing against my hip,” I told him, grasping his straining cock in my hands. “And it took everything I had not to throw a leg over you and slide you deep inside me.”
Jendan groaned again, and his fingers brushed a little deeper.
I gave a small wiggle and my panties dropped to the floor. I kicked them aside and spread my legs so he could move his fingers even deeper if he wanted. “But I resisted,” I murmured. “It was very…hard, but I managed.” At hard, I bit down on his lower lip and sucked on it.
With that, Jendan pushed forward, landing us both back on the bed again. I went backward gleefully, my heart pounding with excitement and arousal as he climbed over me and pushed my legs apart, settling between my spread legs. “You should be rewarded for being such a good girl, I suppose.”
“Mmm.” Just the sexy tone of his voice had me wet. “What did you have in mind?”
“This,” he told me, just as his mouth captured mine again, and his fingers brushed through my slick folds.
I clung to him, whimpering my pleasure. Oh God, his touch was incredible. I was so wet already, all this talking and back-and-forth play just driving me mad with need.
Jendan’s fingers stroked my pussy, teasing the wetness back and forth until my folds were soaked with my own juices. “So lovely,” he murmured between hot kisses. “So wet.”
“Just thinking about you touching me makes me wet,” I told him breathlessly, clinging to his big shoulders. His skin felt so good against mine – why had I waited all those weeks to do this? Pride in my game be damned. I’d met a great guy and pushed him away until the time was right.
Now, time felt like it was slipping away from me.
Frantic, I kissed him with increasing desire, raising my hips to meet his fingers. His thumb found my clitoris and rested there, and I moaned and rubbed up against it, needing more. “Jendan, please,” I whispered. “Let’s not go slow. Not this time. Not at first.”
