‘It’s me who should be worried about being rubbish … not being able to contain myself enough to make your first time great.’
‘I’ll take my chances.’ She reached up and cupped his jaw. Oh, how silky his demi-beard felt. Not scratchy or stubbly at all. It was soft against the skin of her palm as she angled his face to hers.
Now, fool, go for it!
She compelled him to kiss her.
His lips were soft too, pliant yet with strength beneath. They lay against hers, latent and promising, then began to move a little, but subtly. As he buried his fingers in her hair, steadying her, she wound her arms around him, sliding them beneath his jacket.
He was so warm. Warm lips. Warm body. Heat flowed into her, bringing confidence, reassurance, and simple pleasure at the contact. A wave of his deliciously spiced cologne billowed up where she’d pushed aside his jacket. It hit her senses with all the power of the luscious champagne she’d drunk earlier.
Kissing him was easy, and lovely. His tongue didn’t push, but she felt it, brushing like a feather against the seam of her lips, speaking to her silently and promising. Everything.
He kisses like Dream Lover only a hundred times better!
Drawing away from her, he looked into her eyes, his own as brilliant as aquamarine suns. He didn’t say anything, but she was glad of that. It was as if he knew precisely how delicate the moment was. She saw him swallow, his strong throat undulating, then he pressed forward again, bestowing another measured kiss.
When they broke apart again, he said, ‘Good God, woman, we’re making out in a parked car! I haven’t done that in ages.’ He grinned. ‘I’m so excited I nearly forgot where we are.’
You are! You are excited!
Jess glanced downwards.
In every way …
There it was, the tell-tale bump in his perfectly tailored trousers. Had it been there before? Probably not. It hadn’t taken but a few seconds for him to get rampant.
With a struggle, she tore her attention away from Ellis’s crotch, and looked again to find him watching her, mischief dancing on his face because he’d caught her checking out his equipment. As if of its own accord, her hand snaked out, and cupped him.
‘Oh! Oh, yes!’ he gasped. The words were barely audible, little more than an exhalation, yet they echoed in Jess’s brain, a clarion of triumph, his, not hers. His hips bumped, pushing his body against the contact. His long lashes fluttered and he looked angelic, divinely suffering.
Was she hurting him? No, not that. But how could such a simple touch pleasure him so, a man as experienced as he was? Tentatively, she moved her palm against the hard knot, and he jerked again, rocking in synchrony. The beast itself twitched. It was so hot through his clothing, and seemed to have a life of its own, distinct from its owner.
‘Mm … that’s lovely, Jess. Lovely. You have a wonderful touch.’
Still she erred on the side of caution. She knew anatomy. She’d read erotic books. If she went in too heavily, she could hurt him. But still, she pressed lightly with her thumb, exploring the shape.
‘If we weren’t parked on a public thoroughfare, I’d ask you to unzip me, love.’ Ellis’s voice was husky, sultry. ‘But I think I’ll have to wait for that pleasure. I know it’ll be worth it.’
‘I hope so,’ Jess said, laughing nervously. This was crazy; any passing neighbour might look in, attention caught by the beautiful vintage car, and see what its occupants were doing. But she couldn’t take her hand away. It was as if the living bulge in Ellis’s trousers was magnetic and her fingers were metal.
‘I know so!’
When she withdrew her hand – reluctantly – Ellis drew it to his lips and kissed her palm, slowly and with intent.
‘Do we really have to drive all the way back to the hotel? What about your place?’ He nodded to the house, currently in darkness, save for one small lamp lit in the sitting room. They always left that one on
‘I’ll take my chances.’ She reached up and cupped his jaw. Oh, how silky his demi-beard felt. Not scratchy or stubbly at all. It was soft against the skin of her palm as she angled his face to hers.
Now, fool, go for it!
She compelled him to kiss her.
His lips were soft too, pliant yet with strength beneath. They lay against hers, latent and promising, then began to move a little, but subtly. As he buried his fingers in her hair, steadying her, she wound her arms around him, sliding them beneath his jacket.
He was so warm. Warm lips. Warm body. Heat flowed into her, bringing confidence, reassurance, and simple pleasure at the contact. A wave of his deliciously spiced cologne billowed up where she’d pushed aside his jacket. It hit her senses with all the power of the luscious champagne she’d drunk earlier.
Kissing him was easy, and lovely. His tongue didn’t push, but she felt it, brushing like a feather against the seam of her lips, speaking to her silently and promising. Everything.
He kisses like Dream Lover only a hundred times better!
Drawing away from her, he looked into her eyes, his own as brilliant as aquamarine suns. He didn’t say anything, but she was glad of that. It was as if he knew precisely how delicate the moment was. She saw him swallow, his strong throat undulating, then he pressed forward again, bestowing another measured kiss.
When they broke apart again, he said, ‘Good God, woman, we’re making out in a parked car! I haven’t done that in ages.’ He grinned. ‘I’m so excited I nearly forgot where we are.’
You are! You are excited!
Jess glanced downwards.
In every way …
There it was, the tell-tale bump in his perfectly tailored trousers. Had it been there before? Probably not. It hadn’t taken but a few seconds for him to get rampant.
With a struggle, she tore her attention away from Ellis’s crotch, and looked again to find him watching her, mischief dancing on his face because he’d caught her checking out his equipment. As if of its own accord, her hand snaked out, and cupped him.
‘Oh! Oh, yes!’ he gasped. The words were barely audible, little more than an exhalation, yet they echoed in Jess’s brain, a clarion of triumph, his, not hers. His hips bumped, pushing his body against the contact. His long lashes fluttered and he looked angelic, divinely suffering.
Was she hurting him? No, not that. But how could such a simple touch pleasure him so, a man as experienced as he was? Tentatively, she moved her palm against the hard knot, and he jerked again, rocking in synchrony. The beast itself twitched. It was so hot through his clothing, and seemed to have a life of its own, distinct from its owner.
‘Mm … that’s lovely, Jess. Lovely. You have a wonderful touch.’
Still she erred on the side of caution. She knew anatomy. She’d read erotic books. If she went in too heavily, she could hurt him. But still, she pressed lightly with her thumb, exploring the shape.
‘If we weren’t parked on a public thoroughfare, I’d ask you to unzip me, love.’ Ellis’s voice was husky, sultry. ‘But I think I’ll have to wait for that pleasure. I know it’ll be worth it.’
‘I hope so,’ Jess said, laughing nervously. This was crazy; any passing neighbour might look in, attention caught by the beautiful vintage car, and see what its occupants were doing. But she couldn’t take her hand away. It was as if the living bulge in Ellis’s trousers was magnetic and her fingers were metal.
‘I know so!’
When she withdrew her hand – reluctantly – Ellis drew it to his lips and kissed her palm, slowly and with intent.
‘Do we really have to drive all the way back to the hotel? What about your place?’ He nodded to the house, currently in darkness, save for one small lamp lit in the sitting room. They always left that one on
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