“And what would you have me do, Mrs. Hawthorn?”
Jenna could think of hundreds of things she’d like to do to and with him. But considering the state of her desire, she wouldn’t last long enough to fully enjoy any of those options. Instead, she beckoned him with her finger.
“Nice and slow,” she commanded.
Again, she watched him fight for control over his emotions. His lips rose into a quick smile before he dropped it again and made his way over to her in slow measured steps. When he got to within a leg’s length away, she held up her hand.
“That’s far enough. I think it’s time for you to get on your knees and do a little groveling.”
“I’d hate to upset the mistress of the house.”
He sank to the floor in front of her. At this height, Jenna had a clear view of his chest, his chest at the level of her pussy. She knew he could smell her arousal when he took a deep breath. The fact she knew he was aware of it was enough to drive her mad.
Jenna squirmed in her seat, but was careful not to touch him.
“I don’t hear your groveling,” she teased and pressed her knees together.
The pressure of her thighs against her clit was almost too much for her. She squirmed again and felt a ping of pleasure radiate out from her cunt.
“Mrs. Hawthorn, I beg you to forgive me for…what have I done again?”
“For leaving your wife horny this morning when you went to work.”
Ben smiled. “For leaving you all hot and bothered. As your humble servant, I want to do whatever it takes to make things right.”
Jenna ran her hands down over her black bra, squeezing her breasts hard. Her nipples were tight buds, begging for Ben’s touch. “It was very mean.”
She sighed when he reached out and ran his hands up the front of her closed legs.
The light silk of the skirt was easily pushed aside by his forearms as he continued up to her thighs, squeezing her sensitive skin.
“It was cruel, but I plan to set things right.”
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Before she could say anything to stop him, Ben slid his hands in between her thighs and pulled them apart. Jenna gasped at the possessiveness in his touch, at the barely contained desire. He leaned forward and, without touching her, breathed in her scent.
“Very cruel of me indeed.”
Jenna stretched out her legs high enough to drape them over his shoulders. She’d been dreaming about this all morning. She tugged his body forward with enough pressure to convince him he didn’t have any say in what came next.
Ideally her.
Knowing what she wanted, Ben allowed himself to be led to her moist pussy. He was able to slide his arms under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the chair. The scent of her cream was enough to make him come on the spot. Despite the pressure of her legs on his shoulders, he managed to keep his face an inch away from her swollen clit. Jenna groaned and tried to buck her hips up to connect with him.
“Ben,” she moaned.
“Ben what?” he whispered, blowing as much hot air against her swollen and sensitive skin as he could.
“Lick me now,” she ground out and bucked her hips again as if to punctuate her comment.
“As you command.”
He pressed his tongue flat against her and licked a single long stroke from the wet opening of her pussy to her clit. Jenna moaned as she drove her hands into his hair. Ben repeated the motion, careful not to spend too much time in the one place he knew would push her over the edge. She tasted like heaven. Her happiness was the most important thing in the world to him. He’d enjoy showing her how much he loved her.
Every day with every word, kiss and look. With every lick.
He could feel her clit swell under the constant pressure of his tongue. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. The desire to feel her come hard, to feel her legs squeeze his head won out over wanting to end his own sensual torture. Withdrawing his hand from under her ass, he reached up and pressed two fingers deep inside her hot cunt.
Jenna flexed her fingers in his hair and the muscles in her thighs began to tremble against his cheeks. Not wanting to bring her orgasm too quickly, he began to pump in and out of her slowly. He hooked his fingers inside her, teasing her well protected G-spot. Her hips joined the rhythm of his fingers, meeting them with each thrust, mimicking what he’d to do her with his cock in a matter of minutes.
Her juices began to roll down his hand and arm as he continued to pump inside her. He bent his head down and circled her clit with his tongue, teasing her to the edge.
When her muscles squeezed his fingers, he knew it was time. Ben sucked her clit hard into his mouth and began to furiously slam his fingers into her.
It was too much for Jenna. Her body seized up as the orgasm slammed into her, 138
exploding from her pussy until it touched every nerve in her body. Jenna cried out Ben’s name and pulled his face hard against her as he continued to lick over and over until she couldn’t breathe.
“Stop. Please stop.”
She relaxed her leg enough to let him move his face from her pussy and place a trail of kisses along her stomach.
“Ben, I need you in me,” she whispered.
He got to his feet and brought her with him. Before she knew what he was doing, he spun her around and sat down on the chair himself.
“Straddle me. I want to be able to watch you.”
There were no games this time. They both needed to get as close to each other as possible. Jenna pulled up her skirt so she could straddle his lap. His cock was purple from the pressure, his balls pulled tight against the base of his shaft. It only took a second to position herself above his tip and slowly impale her body on him.
Once she had fully sunk down on him, her body swallowing up every last inch of him, Ben held her hips in place. She could tell by the expression on his face he was barely in control of himself. The ride would be sweet, but short.
When he finally opened his eyes, he focused in on her breasts. “Now why would you cover such a beautiful part of your body?”
He slipped his fingers under the cups of her bra, and in an easy motion, pulled it up to expose her hard, pink nipples. As she began to ride him, Ben leaned in and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth while he teased the other with his fingers. Instantly, Jenna felt a second orgasm building. The sensation of his tongue on her breast shot directly to her clit.
She tried to keep her pace steady, wanting to tease him the way he’d teased her, but they were both too far gone. She could feel his cock swell inside her, thickening and she continuously drove her body up and down. Ben leaned back in the chair to give himself enough leverage to buck up to meet her. The contact rubbed her clit and was enough pressure to push her over the edge.
Jenna felt her orgasm hit her, driving her body down hard onto him over and over.
It proved too much for him. He released her breast and cried out, squeezing her nipple with his fingers as he came.
The echoes finally silenced in the room, the only sound remaining was the sound of their panting. A fine sheen of sweat covered both their bodies and Jenna felt herself begin to lose the battle with exhaustion. Who knew sex with the man you loved could wear a lady out?
“Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured against her breast, nuzzling her.
“Okay.”
Without having her get up, Ben stood and carried her over to their bed. He set her gently down and climbed under the sheets with her. Before she could drift off, he 139
spooned her, draping an arm around her waist.
“I hope you don’t plan on going anywhere tomorrow, or the next day, or the next year. I intend to keep you very busy, Mrs. Hawthorn.”
“I can handle busy.”
“But can you handle me?”
“Of course I can. I’m your perfect match.”
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About the Author
It took Christine a lot longer than the average bear to figure out what she wanted to be when she grew up. When she was home on maternity leave, she decided to take a stab at saving her sanity and sat down to write a romance novel. After dabbling with various sub-genres, she realized she really enjoyed creating strange new worlds and writing about sex. Whether due to the pregnancy hormones or sleep deprivation, she thought this was a great combination.
Many years later her kids are in school and she’s back at her day job, but the writing bug is here to stay. When not torturing her characters, she’s busy playing with her children or conducting “research” with her husband.
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