Breaking the Silence by Katie Allen

something that she had to have, desperately, something vital to her existence.
    She needed Will—a man she had only known for less than two weeks—like she needed air or sleep or food.
    She glanced down at the blond head buried in her breasts. Okay, nothing scary about him now. He had sex like a wild beast and then cuddled up to her like a child.
    Oh well , she thought with a mental shrug. She had already decided he was a contradiction but she liked him anyway.
    She wiggled, trying to get comfortable, and Will’s arms tightened for a moment. As Jenny settled down to sleep, she stroked his head, feeling the surprising softness of his hair. It was so short that she had expected it to be bristly. She ran her other hand along the top of his shoulder, enjoying the damp feel of his skin, the slight give of his relaxed muscles. Yeah, she could get used to sleeping with this man—both figuratively and literally.
    She drifted off, lulled by the slow sound of his breathing and the security of his body wrapped around hers.

    Will woke before Jenny did and he was glad about that, since he could enjoy resting against her. They were still tucked into each other—Jenny on her back and Will halfway on top of her, tangled together like two sleepy puppies. Will was still shell-shocked by the night before, amazed that he had been inside her, that he was still curled around her, feeling her skin against his and listening to her small, snuffly sounds of sleep. Although he wanted to stay where he was, breathing in the skin of her shoulder where it curved to meet her neck, the temptation to look at her in the pale, early morning light won out.
    Slowly, Will pushed himself up on an elbow, careful not to jostle Jenny out of sleep. He was fascinated by her body. Not just the obvious places—her breasts, her pussy—but the other parts as well. Small stretch marks on her hips, the near-invisible hairs on her arms, her small fingers curled in sleep with their neat, short nails—all these little details seemed amazing to him, as if he was privileged to know these intimate things about her.
    He loved the curves of her, the differences between their bodies, the way they were both strong but she was soft over the muscle. That softness drew him, made him want to bury his face between her breasts, against her belly, in the curve of her arm. He rested his cheek on her stomach, sliding across her belly until he could move the short hairs that bordered her pussy with his breath.
    From there, he could smell her—secret and musky and different from him. He shifted his body down in the bed so he could lie between her legs. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he pushed them up and apart until she was sprawled open for him and he could see everything.
    Will kissed her tentatively, touching her lightly with his tongue. Knowing how she tasted was another private thing he relished learning about her. He felt an awareness in her muscles and he knew she was awake. He paused but she remained still, allowing his exploration. Will ran his tongue between the folds, around the top and back down the other side.
    With one hand he pulled her pussy open and licked, a broad stroke of his tongue. He felt Jenny shudder at this and moisture leaked from her opened flesh. Pleased at her response, Will thrust his tongue inside her, as far as he could, withdrew it and thrust again. Jenny was pushing her hips at him now, small, involuntary jerks.
    He licked her with a flat tongue again, bottom to top, and felt her hips thrust in reaction when he flicked her clit at the end of the stroke. He focused on the small bud, circling it lightly with the tip of his tongue. When Will heard her breathing roughen from his attentions, he sucked it lightly into his mouth, grazing it just barely with his teeth.
    Jenny almost came off the bed and her excited juices ran from her. Will brought up his other hand and touched her, following the path that his tongue had taken with his fingers. He pressed