Breaking the Silence by Katie Allen Page B

passion the night before, she hadn’t had the opportunity to do more than get blurred glimpses of his body. Even lying down, Will was huge. Jenny liked how petite she felt next to him, how tiny and feminine. Any niggling concerns she might have about being too fat disappeared when she was close to him. The way he watched her helped too—that intensely sexual stare left no doubt in her mind that he thought she was perfect, curves and all.
    While she was busy examining him, Will laid his palms over the heels of her feet. The heat of his hands was shocking—Jenny hadn’t even realized her feet were cold until he covered them, wrapping his fingers around her ankles.
    She smiled at him again, slid her hands around his thick wrists and stretched his arms over his head. “You’re cheating again,” she murmured. “Stay.”
    “Woof.” Will mocked her command gently but obeyed, keeping his arms above his head when Jenny moved her hands from his wrists. With her fingertips, she traced the raised veins of his forearms to the insides of his elbows, where the skin was as soft as hers. Jenny moved to lick one creased hollow, tasting salt and Will, the masculine essence that clung to him. Will quivered at the touch of her tongue, turning his raspy cheek against the side of her breast that rested next to his head. He stretched up toward her, trying to kiss her mouth.
    Jenny shook her head at him, her loose hair brushing his face, teasing his skin. “Behave yourself,” she purred, dragging both of her pink nipples across his lips as she moved to his other side. Will groaned and followed her breasts with his mouth, trying to catch one of the elusive nubs. She laughed huskily and ran her tongue along the inner elbow of his other arm, keeping her lips on him as she moved toward his shoulder, kissing and nipping his flexing triceps. Will flinched a little as she kissed his armpit and reflexively lowered his arm.
    Jenny stopped him, meeting his eyes. “I want to know all of you—not just the pretty parts,” she said. Instantly, Jenny was afraid that it had been the wrong thing to say—not casual enough, too girlfriend-y—but Will just nodded and moved his arm back to where she had placed it above his head. She rewarded him with a graze of teeth along the top of his shoulder.
    Tracing the grooves of the tendons on his neck, Jenny explored him with her mouth, using her lips, teeth and tongue to find all the places that made him shiver and groan and turn his chin up in a silent request for more. The tender space behind his earlobe was one of his favorites. When she gently pulled at his lobe with her teeth, Will clenched one hand in the other until sweat shined on his skin. Jenny investigated his face too—cheeks, nose, forehead, eyelids, chin—circling around his mouth, teasing, touching her tongue to the groove above his top lip.
    “Please, Jenny,” Will groaned.
    She couldn’t resist him when he said her name like that, so she kissed him with parted lips, continuing her exploration of him inside his mouth, tracing the shape of his teeth, feeling the smooth sides of his tongue and the only slightly rougher top. Will strained against her, pushing his chest into her breasts, his small, stiff nipples rubbing against hers, grinding his stomach into the heat of her pussy. Too soon, Jenny ended the kiss, breathing hard against his mouth.
    “More,” Will grunted, lifting his head toward her, but she laughed and shook her head. She sat up, pushing herself back and sliding easily across his flexing belly, mixing the wetness of her excitement with the liquid of his sweat. Straddling his hips, his erection nestled between her buttocks, Jenny leaned down again, licking the salt from his chest. She circled his nipple with her tongue before closing her lips on it.
    At the sucking contact, Will’s cock surged against the crack of her ass. Tugging at the nub with her teeth, Jenny pulled up gently and let it go. She worked the other nipple in