Perhaps sensing that she watched him, Jett raised his deep blue gaze to hers. And then he smiled, slow and sexy. “Let me help you out of your wet things.”
Eight
Ginny snatched up a towel from the bed and her gaze dropped away from his as she started scrubbing at her rain darkened hair. “Um, I think I can manage, Jett.”
Damn. She was nervously biting her lip again. The wanton girl he’d kissed in the rain was gone and the shy version he’d known from high school was back. Jett frowned a little and took a few steps toward her until he was standing right in front of her. He didn’t want her to feel that way. He wanted this to be special, for both of them.
He prayed she wasn’t having second thoughts about going to bed with him. But then, they hadn’t really discussed what the game plan was before they’d got here.
He stilled her busy hands and caught her troubled gaze. “Ginny, I’d assumed that coming to your room meant we’d—”
“Have sex?” Ginny blushed. “Yes. Yes, that was the intention.”
“But if you don’t want to—”
“No…I mean yes.” Ginny sighed then pushed a tendril of wet hair behind her ear with trembling fingers. “I do want to…I’m just nervous I guess.” She smiled a little. “You know little ol’ stick-in-the-mud Virginia O’Hara getting it on with the hotter than hot Jefferson Kelly. I never thought that you and I…” She blushed again, a bright red flush staining her cheeks.
Jett loved it when she blushed. Always had. But he didn’t want her to feel this ongoing awkwardness around him. He had to dispel it. Break down her barriers. Bring back the fiery siren that he knew lurked beneath. “Hey. You’re not that girl any more. Just like I’m not the same guy.”
He gave her a lop-sided smile as he eased the towel away from her chest, then dropped it over the bedpost. “So you still think I’m hot?” The thought that she was physically attracted to him made him harder, just like the sight of her damp, pale blue blouse clinging to her voluptuous breasts and erect nipples made him hard. If he didn’t get out of these jeans soon, he was going to explode.
Ginny’s tongue darted out to swipe along her full lower lip. “You know I do.”
Damn, now that was hot. Jett’s cock jerked. “I guess there’s a couple of other things that haven’t changed though.” He couldn’t hide the husky edge to his voice. “I still want you. Bad.”
Her gaze dropped to his crotch and her mouth curved into a small, sultry smile. “I can see.” When she lifted her gaze to his again, her hazel eyes were a warm honey-brown. “And what else hasn’t changed?” she asked—her tone was also husky.
Jett held her gaze as he cupped her face between his hands. “You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
***
Ginny’s heart somersaulted in her chest. She believed him. Despite the fact she was wet and bedraggled, the expression in Jett’s eyes was a potent combination of both focused sexual intent and undisguised adoration. All of her inhibitions at last fled. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her.
Ginny pressed her mouth to his and kissed him. His lips slid gently in perfect counterpoint to hers, his tongue tasting her back, a soft velvet glide in her mouth. Moaning, weak at the knees with wanting, she slid her hands across Jett’s damp, rock-hard chest, then upwards to clutch at his shoulders and neck, reveling in the feel of his hot skin against her own chilled body. She shivered, heat coursing through her from her fingertips to her toes and everywhere that Jett’s hands skimmed over her body.
As the slow, languorous kisses continued, Jett worked at the buttons of her blouse then slid the wet garment off her shoulders, down over her arms until the sodden cotton fell unheeded to the floor. His mouth traced the outline of her jaw, then down her neck, and along the line of collar bone, tasting her with hot, open-mouthed kisses before returning to claim her lips again. And then at last his large, warm hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs tracing light circles over the hard aching points of her nipples through the wet cotton and lace of her brassiere. Taunting her, sending spasms of pleasure straight to her throbbing pussy. Driving her wild.
But she wanted more from him. She wanted his hands on her bare skin. “Take it off, touch me,” she moaned, then kissed him again, still desperate for the taste and feel of him in her mouth.
He groaned and managed to pull his mouth away long enough to murmur roughly against her lips. “Whatever you want, ma’am.” He deftly flicked the clasp of her bra open, then eased the shoulder straps and cups away exposing her eager flesh to the cool air and his heated gaze. Her nipples puckered further.
“Sweet Jesus, they’re perfect…” His voice was husky and low as he gently cupped her freed breasts in his hands. “No, you’re perfect.” With a growl of appreciation, he lowered his head and covered one nipple with his mouth, drawing it in with deep, pulling sucks while his fingers expertly caressed the other nipple, plucking and squeezing it gently until she could barely stand.
Oh God, it felt like heaven. Moist warmth welled between her heavy, aching folds and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the insistent pressure. Her panties must be well and truly soaked by her arousal.
She suddenly wanted out of them. And she wanted Jett’s clothes gone as well. She unfastened her wet Capri pants with desperate fingers and as she started to push them down, Jett skated his hands down her body, then knelt to help her shimmy out of the clinging fabric. When he rose to nuzzle and tease her breasts again, she frantically pulled at the buttons on his jeans. Jett groaned and pushed his rigid length into her questing hands. He had to be in agony.
“I want you,” she murmured, tracing his shape through the wet cotton of his boxers. “All of you against me.”
“Same.” Growling with undisguised impatience, Jett released the last few buttons of his fly then in one swift movement, tugged off both his jeans and boxer shorts.
Dear Lord. Ginny’s eyes widened at the glorious sight of his fully engorged cock. And he was that hard—just for her. She reached out, wrapped a hand around his throbbing length and stroked him. Used her thumb to smear a droplet of pre-cum around and over the silky smooth head. She had never gone down on a man before, not even her husband. She’d wanted to, but for some unknown reason, in the few times she and Charlie had managed to be together, he’d discouraged her. But then it was difficult to do much of anything in a single cot inside a canvas army tent with a war going on around them.
Ginny bit her lip, and wondered if Jett would let her. She didn’t think he was the kind of guy who wouldn’t like a blow job.
Jett groaned and stilled her hand. “That feels so damn good, but if you do that for even half a minute longer, I’m going to lose it. And I don’t want to just yet.”
“Are you sure?” she whispered, her stomach suddenly all a-jangle with nervous excitement. “I mean…I could…” She swallowed and met his gaze. “I want you in my mouth.”
***
Holy shit.
Jett swiped his hand down his face, his mind awhirl as he contemplated what Ginny had just blatantly proposed to do. Even though lust throbbed hot and heavy through his painfully engorged cock, he just couldn’t let someone as fine as Ginny do that for him when it was their first time.
Or could he? Standing in front of him in nothing but her white lacy panties, her full breasts with their pale pink nipples jutting provocatively toward him, he suddenly couldn’t think of anything hotter than Ginny taking him into her sweet, sweet mouth.
He caught her chin and trapped her gaze. “I’ll make you a deal. You can go down on me if I can do the same for you.”
Her cheeks grew red but she didn’t look away. “All right…but I should probably let you know that I haven’t done this before.” Her tongue swiped nervously at her lower lip and she offered a shy smile. “You might not get the deal you bargained for, that’s all.”
What the hell? She’d never given anyone a blow job before, not even her husband—but she wanted to give hi
m one? “You must be kidding,” he said before he could stop himself. Ginny dropped her gaze and her blush deepened. Jett’s heart lurched. She wasn’t kidding and he’d hurt her feelings.
“Shit, Ginny. I’m sorry for saying such a dumb ass thing. I just assumed that having been married—”
“No. It’s okay, Jett.” Ginny sighed then sat down on the edge of the bed. Her back was as stiff as a ramrod and she dropped her gaze to her pretty pink toes curling into the rug. “This night… It’s not like me to do something…like this…I wanted to try something new and a little wild, but if you’d rather not…”
Crap and double crap. Way to go, Kelly. He’d completely destroyed Ginny’s fragile confidence. Killed the whole mood. He dropped to his knees before her and clasped her hands between his, then kissed her fingertips. “Ginny, forgive me. Of course I’d love you to go down on me. I just didn’t think that you would want to.”
“Or that I was that kind of girl?” She smiled a little and looked into his eyes again. “I guess we’re both about to find out if I am.”
Thank God. She wasn’t going to kick him out. Worse still, tell him that she never wanted to see him again. Jett released a shaky breath and his heart started beating again. “So…”
Ginny’s smile grew a little wider. Cheekier. She patted the mattress. “Sit here, Captain Kelly. Let Nurse Ginny ease your pain.”
Jett grinned back, amazed and unbelievably turned on by Ginny’s sexy banter. “Yes, ma’am.” He sat on the bed and Ginny slid to the floor, between his thighs. Her hand encircled him and she moistened her lips. His cock throbbed in earnest again. “You realize I may come pretty quickly,” he warned. His voice was little more than a whispered groan.
Ginny began sliding her fist up and down while she cupped and stroked his aching balls with the other hand. “That would be the plan.” And then she took him in her warm, sweet mouth and suckled the slick head of his weeping cock.
Christ that felt good. Jett threw his head back, bracing himself on locked arms against the onslaught of sensations; hot, wet suction up and down along his shaft, the tickle of Ginny’s tongue licking along the sensitive underside and around the crown. More sliding suction. For a novice, she was fucking amazing. The pressure began to build inside him and he was torn between the overwhelming desire to hold Ginny’s head down while he pumped himself into her and the urge to pull away. “Ginny…Oh God, I’m going to—” Too late. A groan ripped from his throat as his balls contracted and he bucked, his come erupting into her mouth.
Ginny held on and swallowed everything he poured into her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. When at last he stopped spending, she lifted her head and knelt back on her heels. She was smiling; her lips glistened with moisture—his come and her saliva. He’d never seen anything so Goddamned sexy in his life. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was hard again.
“How was that?” she asked. Her voice was a throaty purr.
Jett laughed and hoisted her up and then laid her down on the bed. Covered her delectable body with his and kissed her. “Fan-fucking-tastic. I’ve never felt better in my life.”
Ginny smiled softly and stroked his jaw. “Good. I’m pleased that you enjoyed my… ministrations.”
“As you are about to enjoy mine.” Jett kissed her mouth again, then the sweet-as-honeysuckle scented curve of her neck before he eased himself to her side. Propping himself on one elbow he looked his fill of her luscious curves and long slender legs as he skimmed his other hand over her breasts, then down her torso until he reached the waist band of her panties. Through the wet cotton, he could see the shadow of her pubic hair. He bet she was strawberry blonde there too. His mouth began to water at the thought of tasting her slick pussy. “These panties are going to have to go.”
Nine
Oh boy. Jett’s fingers were curled into the lacy waistband of her cotton panties and there was no doubt in Ginny’s mind that her fly-boy was on a mission to please.
She wasn’t about to stop him either. Her lower belly quivering in anticipation, she lifted her hips a little to help Jett remove the last of her soaked through, practically transparent underwear. A foolish grin seemed to be plastered on her face, but she couldn’t help it. It seemed like forever that she’d secretly fantasized about being with Jett. And now it was really happening, it was better than she’d ever dared dream.
And it seemed Jett was undeniably aroused by her also. As he tossed her panties onto the floor, she could see his cock was already starting to grow hard again. Even more gratifying than that impressive sight was the knowledge that she had made him lose control. Her first ever attempt at a blow job might not have been perfect, but it had undoubtedly been satisfying enough for the redoubtable Captain Kelly. If he’d been standing when he’d come, she might have even brought him to his knees. The idea was absurdly, unexpectedly thrilling.
By the intent expression on Jett’s face as his gaze wandered over her body, she suspected they were only just getting started. She’d never felt more like a desirable woman in her life.
It would be a night she would never forget.
“I love seeing you smile.” Jett leaned down and kissed her mouth, his tongue exploring her so thoroughly her toes curled and her head spun. When he pulled away, his eyes were a deep blazing blue. “And I’m about to make sure you keep on smiling.”
Oh God, yes. Ginny moaned softly as Jett began to lick and nibble his way down her neck until he reached one of her breasts. Then he began another merciless assault on her senses as he alternately suckled, then lightly flicked his tongue over her puckered nipple. Moisture flooded her pussy again. She’d never been so wet with aching need.
She speared her fingers into Jett’s spiky black hair and stirred restlessly beneath his mouth, arching herself toward his other hand that was brushing slow lazy circles over her ribs, then across her belly to the damp curls between her thighs, but not quite low enough to touch her where she needed him most. It was a maddening, teasing, assured touch, that was obviously intended to drive her crazy.
A frustrated mewl escaped her and she grasped Jett’s wrist, pushing him toward her clitoris. “Didn’t we have a deal?” she gasped. “If I get any wetter, you’ll drown.”
Jett chuckled against her breast, then lifted his head and tossed her a wicked grin. “Don’t worry. I promise to deliver. I just wanted to make sure that you want me as badly as I want you.”
Ginny snorted. “Well if you would just touch me, you’d soon see—” Jett slid one long finger between her folds and her brain switched off. Holy hell. Nerves endings ignited and sparks exploded behind her closed eyelids.
“God, you are wet, Ginny. Fuck that’s hot.” While Jett spoke, his finger slid up and down, up and down along her slippery folds, then around and around her throbbing clit. He thought it was hot. She was just about combusting beneath his touch. Her legs parted of their own volition and she arched into his hand. Her inner passage trembled. “Oh yes…” she panted. “That’s it…”
Maddeningly, he stopped and she mewled in protest again. “Please…”
“I have to taste you.” His voice was a low growl and in the next instant, his mouth was on her and his fingers inside her.
“Oh, fuck.” The profanity escaped Ginny’s mouth without conscious thought. A small part of her mind registered that she probably should care, but right now, with Jett alternately suckling then circling her clitoris with his tongue, whilst his fingers stroked deeply inside her, she just didn’t give a damn. Heaven was fast approaching like a freight train and all she could do was grip the quilt beneath her and hold on.
A volley of fast tongue flicks and faster, plunging strokes had her inner sheath clenching ever tighter, quivering on the edge, so close, so close. A whimper escaped her. It was almost too much to bear. As if sensing her impending crisis, Jett suddenly changed tack again. He centered his mouth on her clit and drew long and hard. The suction was incredible.
“Oh God, yes.” She came at las
t on a sob, swamped by a blazing wave of ecstasy. She bit her hand to stop herself crying out again as spasm after spasm of pleasure wracked her body. Never, ever in her life had she experienced an orgasm like this one.
Jefferson Kelly Junior was so phenomenal he should be declared a US national treasure.
Within moments, Jett was at her side again, nuzzling her neck, stroking her breasts. She sighed with boneless satisfaction then somehow dragged together the strength to roll into his hard body.
She forced her drowsy eyelids open and sought his gaze. She rather suspected she was smiling foolishly again. “Thank you. You have no idea how…” She shook her head, stuck for words that didn’t involve crazy proclamations. “I can’t even describe it, except wow…just wow.”
Jett kissed her forehead. A devilishly satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his wide, beautiful mouth. “I told you earlier today that I aim to please.”
Well, that was an understatement. Ginny opened her mouth to tell him so but he suddenly rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath the hot, lean length of his body.
“You realize we haven’t finished yet,” he murmured. His voice vibrated with dark, husky need and the way his rock hard cock pressed into her naked belly, there was no doubt he meant every word.
Ginny brushed her fingertip along the shadow of dark bristles just below his lower lip. “I was kind of hoping we hadn’t.” Excitement started to pulse through her, soaking her pussy again at the thought of Jett inside her. “If you need protection, I have some in my purse.”
Jett’s eyebrows shot up. “Nurse Ginny is packing prophylactics? I thought it was only me who’d planned a dirty weekend.”
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