Page 51 of Not Just Gal Pals

Jenny nodded. I grabbed her hand and led the way out of the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom, my heart slamming against my chest in excitement.

“Now, where were we?” I asked as we reached the side of my bed.

“I think you were about to take off all your clothes,” Jenny responded with a gleam in her eye.

“Oh, was I? I don’t remember discussing that.” I unbuttoned my shirt, my hands shaking with nerves, as Jenny pulled her top over her head, revealing a black, lacy bra and delicious curves. Goddamn.

I tugged my jeans and socks off in an extremely uncoordinated fashion, almost falling over in my desperation to be rid of them. When I looked back up, Jenny had also removed her jeans and socks and was standing in front of me in matching black underwear, her hair tumbling down her front. The smile lighting up her face suggested she’d witnessed my bumbling clothes removal, but I was too turned on to care.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I murmured, my voice husky.

I stepped forward, putting my hands around her waist, and pulled her toward me for another kiss, trailing my fingers over her back as I did so. Our bodies pressed together, our kisses passionate, verging on frantic, but it wasn’t enough. The two layers of fabric between her breasts and mine had to go. Continuing to kiss, I reached behind myself and undid my plain, black cotton bra with one hand and then did the same to Jenny’s. The sensation of her warm, soft breasts against mine only increased the heat pulsing between my thighs.

“Fuck. You drive me wild,” I gasped between kisses.

Still wanting more, I shifted us around so Jenny’s back was to the bed and pushed her gently onto it, before tugging her panties down. For a moment, I paused to take her all in. The soft curves of her stomach, her breasts, her gorgeous face.

Keen to eliminate the space between us, I lowered myself on top of her, trailing kisses from her mouth down her neck to her collarbone. Jenny tipped her head back, whimpering with pleasure and grabbing my hair in one hand while her other hand ran up and down my back. The smell of her skin, floral and fresh, was intoxicating. Remembering the sounds she’d made when I’d teased her earlobe after the hike, I moved back up to her ear, softly biting it. Jenny’s whimpers turned to moans, and for a fleeting second, I was glad Walter wasn't here, and Fred, who’d probably reclaimed his favorite spot on the couch, couldn’t care less.

After giving her ear some attention, I slowly made my way down Jenny’s body. My tongue circled around one of her hard nipples before taking it in my mouth, sucking it and gently flicking it with my tongue. I caressed her other breast with my hand. Jenny grabbed my hair tighter, and her moans got even louder, sending a thrill down my spine. Damn, I loved that sound. I stayed there for a while, kissing, licking, sucking, and caressing, until Jenny’s moans got so loud I was worried she’d orgasm before I’d had a chance to go down on her. Hell, at this rate, I might orgasm just from the sounds she was making.

“That feels so good,” she managed to gasp.

I left her nipples and went lower, kissing the soft skin of her stomach, my hands running over faint silver stretch marks and a birthmark just above her belly button. My mouth followed, kissing the soft skin of her lower belly.

Jenny let out a loud, needy sound.

I gently ran my fingers between her legs. She was hot, wet, and ready for me.

“Can I go down on you?” I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Fuck, yes!” Jenny yelped.

I gradually kissed and licked my way between her legs, paying special attention to her inner thighs. Reaching one arm up, I began teasing her left nipple again with my hand as I did a long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit. I repeated that a few times, reveling in her taste and her whimpers, before I moved my focus to swirling my tongue over her clit. I stayed there for a while, experimenting with different techniques to see what would elicit the biggest sounds, all the while teasing her nipple. Every so often, I’d dip my tongue lower, pressing into her and curling before moving back up to her clit.

Jenny’s hips began to move, and her breathing became ragged.

“I want you inside of me,” Jenny gasped.

While I liked to take things slow, to tease, even I was starting to get impatient with my self-control.

Keeping my mouth on her clit, I pulled my hand away from her nipple and gently ran my fingers over her wetness, circling around her entrance, Jenny’s hips moving with desire.

I slipped two fingers inside her and began slowly, very slowly, moving them in and out. Each time they went deep, I curved them, and Jenny moaned with pleasure.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Jenny gasped.

Gradually, my mouth and my hand picked up pace, but each time Jenny felt close to coming, I’d reduce the intensity for a minute or two before increasing it again.

After a few rounds of edging, Jenny groaned. “Oh my god, you are such a tease. Can you just let me come already?”

I lifted my head, taking in the swell of her breasts and her smiling, flushed face looking down at me. Good lord, she was hot.

“You need to learn patience,” I said, grinning, before returning my focus to her clit. I wanted to give Jenny a mind-blowing orgasm—and take my time getting there. I mean, I’d waited seventeen years to do this. I wanted to revel in her moans, whimpers, wetness, impatient hip thrusting, and her naked glory.

I took her to the edge one more time for good measure, slowing my hand and tongue, before picking up again.

This time, I didn’t reduce the intensity. I kept going. I sucked her little bundle of nerves in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and added another finger at her direction.