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But for now, I have the overwhelming urge to touch her. I want to feel her breasts in my hands, feel her nipples harden beneath my fingertips.

When my hands find her breasts, she sighs again, and I rub her nipples until I feel that bead-like texture as they harden. I’m fascinated that I’ve learned this about her body after just one time. I know what she likes, and I want to learn more.

I want to know her body like I know the canvas of a project I’ve been working on for months—living with it, staring at it, aware of its textures and contours, of the colors and blending required to fill it up.

I want to fill her up.

I might not be able to tell when she’s being snarky, but I can read these signs and know exactly what turns her on. And I wonder if this process is the same every time. I’ll have to figure out what gets me the best results most consistently.

She’s stroking me faster now, and it feels like the friction is starting the process of combustion deep within me. Each stroke of her hand is like a shock of electricity straight to the center of my being.

“I like touching you, Wil,” she says. Her voice sounds different. Quiet and harsh at the same time.

I swallow what feels like a massive lump in my throat. I sure like it, too.

“Do you like it? When I touch you?”

“Yes,” I groan.

Jenna’s lips hover over mine. “Good. I want to make you feel good, Wil.”

I reach down and pull up the hem of her shirt—like she showed me last time. She sucks in a breath and then lifts her arms so I can pull the shirt off, which I do with gusto. The lacy bra covering her beautiful breasts is the next barrier, and I haven’t the slightest clue how to remove it. But I’ve been dying to taste her nipples again, so I push the lace aside and my mouth connects with one in seconds. She arches her back and threads her fingers through my hair.

“That feels so good, Wil. You make me feel so good.” My tongue traces the outline of her beaded nipple, over and over again. I suck fiercely and she cries out. A good cry, I think? She isn’t pulling away.

I slip my finger inside the other cup of her bra and toy with the other nipple. She’s straddling me now, rocking against me. Each time her pelvis presses against mine, I become more and more aroused.

But I don’t want to stop her. So I turn my head to suck on the other nipple and she continues to ride me, pushing against my erect penis in a way that almost hurts it’s so intense.

“If you keep doing this, I’ll climax,” I finally choke out my warning. Shame is tangling its way into my chest and entwining with that heat that feels so good.

She pulls back to look at my face, and I’m almost afraid to look at her. When I finally do, she’s smiling at me. I haven’t shocked her. I haven’t made her feel disgusted. At least I don’t think I have.

“That’s the idea,” she says with a small laugh.

“You don’t mind?”

“I said I wanted to make you feel good. What did you think I meant?”

I take in a deep, strangled breath and let it go. “I try not to come to conclusions about what people mean when they use words and expressions, because I’m often wrong about them.”

“Well, you’re not wrong this time.” Her hand is on the button of my fly now and I stiffen. “May I?” She bites her lip.

I laugh. “Do you really think there’s a remote chance that I’ll say no?’”

Her smile grows larger and she laughs. “You never know, Wil. You’ve surprised me before.”

She slides off my lap, twisting her wrist to release the button on my pants. Then her hand slips inside and…

If I thought it felt good before, I was either wrong or had no perspective for how this would feel. Her skin on my skin, stroking lightly and then slowly increasing the pressure, is heavenly. I grasp a handful of her hair and roughly pull her head to mine. I need her lips melding with mine, our tongues together. This feeling as she touches me is almost more than I can handle, and I feel like I’m about to short-circuit.

As she continues, I long to put part of my body inside hers. I’m possessed with the desire to feel her wrapped around me, hot and wet. I want to roll us over right now and finally do it—push myself deep inside her. But I have to settle for pushing my tongue into her mouth while her slim, feminine fingers wrap around me.

“It feels so good,” I finally let out between pants. I’m pleased to note that she’s breathing just as hard as I am. “Jenna…you are…” I suck in a breath, and when I pull my mouth away from hers again, I murmur fiercely against her lips, “I wish I knew how it would feel to be inside you.”

Her fingers slow and she begins to run her hot mouth along my neck. “I can show you what it feels like.” When I begin to protest, she cuts me off. “No, it’s not what you think.”

Suddenly, she is kissing her way down my neck and then across my chest, sucking my nipples through the material of my t-shirt before pulling it off, with my help. Now she’s licking my abs as she moves down to my navel. I take careful note of what she is doing because I’m determined to do it all to her, too. I’ll kiss my way across her chest, her belly and her navel, then trace my tongue across the inside of her thighs and listen to her moan my name. And then I’ll—

Oh, she’s kissing me there.

Now I’m starting to feel self-conscious about what might happen—and very quickly, too. But it feels so good that I’m almost paralyzed by the intensity of the pleasure her mouth is giving me.

In spite of that, I think this might be the time to stop things before they go too far, though I’m really sick at the thought of stopping it. I try to gently remove her head, but she shoves my hand away. “It’s okay, Wil. Please let me.”

“But I might—”

“That’s the point, Wil. It’s okay.” Her tongue snakes out to swirl around the tip and a hot rush of lust overwhelms me. “I’ve done this before.”

Before I can say another word or even think about being jealous of her doing this for another man, her mouth opens and envelops my aching shaft. And that’s it—every other thought in my mind is gone. All I can focus on is how good this feels.

My perspective of how good I can feel has just changed—this is the pinnacle. Until seconds later, when she slides her tongue along the underside of my penis and that perspective shifts yet again.