Somehow, that was okay.
Chapter Ten
Slade held on tighter, enjoying the weight of Jenna slumped against him as her orgasm slowed to a stop and she tried to catch her breath.
Deciding to give her a break for a few minutes, he left her swollen clit alone and moved that hand up to cup one lace-covered breast. They were real and perfect and Slade found he couldn’t get enough of touching them, or her.
He was in no hurry to move the arm wrapped around her middle, though. It still very happily held her half-naked body tightly to him. The pressure of her against his hardened cock was nice. Being inside her, hopefully very soon, would be even nicer.
Slade was about to take steps to make that wish a reality when Jenna said breathlessly, “Oh my God, Mustang. What was that you did to me?”
Mustang trailed one finger down her stomach playfully, and Slade felt Jenna’s muscles jump. “No wonder you have problems with writing your little sex scenes, darlin’, if you’ve never had an orgasm before.”
Jenna smacked at Mustang’s hand. “Don’t touch me there. My belly is fat. And I’ve had orgasms before. I mean, what did you do inside me?”
Mustang grinned broadly at that question and continued to move his hand down to between Jenna’s thighs. “You are anything but fat, and that darlin’, was your G-spot. You liked that, did you?”
From behind her Slade couldn’t see, but judging by the way Jenna’s body jerked, Mustang had slipped a finger or two inside her again to illustrate his point. Jenna gasped as Mustang obviously located the spot in question for a second time.
She released a shuddering breath. “I thought the G-spot was a myth.”
Mustang raised a brow at her. “Does that feel like a myth to you?”
Jenna leaned harder against his chest. Her voice wavered when she answered. “No.”
Mustang grinned wickedly. “Well, okay then.”
Slade had watched the exchange between Mustang and Jenna for longer than he should have considering how badly he needed to sink himself into this woman.
Enough already. Jenna began to tremble from what Mustang was doing to her. If she came again, it should be with Slade’s cock inside her, not Mustang’s damn fingers.
“Not that this conversation isn’t fascinating, but right now I have some unfinished business to take care of.”
Jenna’s only protest was a surprised squeak when Slade scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the biggest of the beds. With Jenna lying on her back in nothing but boots and bra and looking insanely tempting, Slade quickly kicked off his own clothes and kneeled naked between her legs.
Being helpful for once, Mustang pulled a strip of condoms from the drawer and tossed it to Slade before settling himself in the chair with a bottle of lube, giving Slade and Jenna some space.
Maybe it was selfish, but Slade liked that this first time with Jenna would be just him and her alone. Aware of Mustang in the nearby chair, belt unbuckled, jeans unzipped, stroking his already lubed cock, Slade amended that. He and Jenna weren’t alone, but at least it would be only him who made Jenna come this time.
Needing her badly, Slade allowed himself only a moment to enjoy her sweet mouth as he kissed her breathless before forcing himself to break away from the magic of her lips. He didn’t escape from the headiness of that kiss himself. Her mouth got him so crazy he needed to taste more of her and slid down her body to settle between her legs.
She spread her thighs for him. He dipped his head low and took a long, slow taste of heaven as she gasped at his touch. Her clit peeked out at him, all pink and beautiful. Slade ran first his tongue, then his teeth over it. She jerked above him and he smiled before lifting her hips with his hands and burying his tongue deep within her.
Her body trembled, and getting his head back on straight, Slade remembered how badly he needed to be inside her. He tortured her for a few more minutes, right to the
Chapter Ten
Slade held on tighter, enjoying the weight of Jenna slumped against him as her orgasm slowed to a stop and she tried to catch her breath.
Deciding to give her a break for a few minutes, he left her swollen clit alone and moved that hand up to cup one lace-covered breast. They were real and perfect and Slade found he couldn’t get enough of touching them, or her.
He was in no hurry to move the arm wrapped around her middle, though. It still very happily held her half-naked body tightly to him. The pressure of her against his hardened cock was nice. Being inside her, hopefully very soon, would be even nicer.
Slade was about to take steps to make that wish a reality when Jenna said breathlessly, “Oh my God, Mustang. What was that you did to me?”
Mustang trailed one finger down her stomach playfully, and Slade felt Jenna’s muscles jump. “No wonder you have problems with writing your little sex scenes, darlin’, if you’ve never had an orgasm before.”
Jenna smacked at Mustang’s hand. “Don’t touch me there. My belly is fat. And I’ve had orgasms before. I mean, what did you do inside me?”
Mustang grinned broadly at that question and continued to move his hand down to between Jenna’s thighs. “You are anything but fat, and that darlin’, was your G-spot. You liked that, did you?”
From behind her Slade couldn’t see, but judging by the way Jenna’s body jerked, Mustang had slipped a finger or two inside her again to illustrate his point. Jenna gasped as Mustang obviously located the spot in question for a second time.
She released a shuddering breath. “I thought the G-spot was a myth.”
Mustang raised a brow at her. “Does that feel like a myth to you?”
Jenna leaned harder against his chest. Her voice wavered when she answered. “No.”
Mustang grinned wickedly. “Well, okay then.”
Slade had watched the exchange between Mustang and Jenna for longer than he should have considering how badly he needed to sink himself into this woman.
Enough already. Jenna began to tremble from what Mustang was doing to her. If she came again, it should be with Slade’s cock inside her, not Mustang’s damn fingers.
“Not that this conversation isn’t fascinating, but right now I have some unfinished business to take care of.”
Jenna’s only protest was a surprised squeak when Slade scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the biggest of the beds. With Jenna lying on her back in nothing but boots and bra and looking insanely tempting, Slade quickly kicked off his own clothes and kneeled naked between her legs.
Being helpful for once, Mustang pulled a strip of condoms from the drawer and tossed it to Slade before settling himself in the chair with a bottle of lube, giving Slade and Jenna some space.
Maybe it was selfish, but Slade liked that this first time with Jenna would be just him and her alone. Aware of Mustang in the nearby chair, belt unbuckled, jeans unzipped, stroking his already lubed cock, Slade amended that. He and Jenna weren’t alone, but at least it would be only him who made Jenna come this time.
Needing her badly, Slade allowed himself only a moment to enjoy her sweet mouth as he kissed her breathless before forcing himself to break away from the magic of her lips. He didn’t escape from the headiness of that kiss himself. Her mouth got him so crazy he needed to taste more of her and slid down her body to settle between her legs.
She spread her thighs for him. He dipped his head low and took a long, slow taste of heaven as she gasped at his touch. Her clit peeked out at him, all pink and beautiful. Slade ran first his tongue, then his teeth over it. She jerked above him and he smiled before lifting her hips with his hands and burying his tongue deep within her.
Her body trembled, and getting his head back on straight, Slade remembered how badly he needed to be inside her. He tortured her for a few more minutes, right to the
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