Page 14 of Trials of a One Night Stand
She answers by kissing me and arching against me. Her hair brushes my hand at the small of her back. The strands are so luscious, ribbons of bronze and gold streaming down like a carpet of leaves at the beginning of fall.
Jayne grabs my belt buckle. “Get your clothes off.”
Dammit. I love how she’s taking control, and yes, my dick keeps getting harder. I’m not used to this because I’m a man who enjoys being the boss. I’ll let her take the lead for a bit, but I’ll be the one in charge at the end.
As if to try to prove me wrong, Jayne pushes me back and unzips her jeans to push them down her legs. Her legs are toned and tanned, and I can’t wait until to push against her chest as I thrust into her. She kicks her jeans to one side. “What’s taking you so long?”
“Enjoying the view.” I pull at the buttons on my shirt, almost tearing them off. I toss it to land on top of Jayne’s jeans before putting my hands on my pants zipper so I can release my dick. Pushing against my boxer briefs, it wants to be free and inside the gorgeous woman in front of me.
Jayne pulls her shirt over her head. Holy shit. I inhale sharply. Her tits are almost overflowing from the red lace bra that matches her panties.
“Fuck.” She’s right. I need to undress faster and get rid of the rest of my clothes. I stop only to open my wallet to grab a condom, except… “Fuck.”
“That wasn’t said with the same enthusiasm.”
“I don’t have any condoms with me.”
Her face falls. “Oh.”
“I can run out and buy some.”
“Or…” Jayne bends over, giving me a spectacular view of her ass in the red panties, and rips open the goody bag and pulls out items. One looks like a penis-shaped straw, then she holds up a strip of condoms. “I thought someone mentioned condoms being included.”
I grin. “Now, that’s what I call a goody bag.”
“The bride-to-be has you covered tonight.” She tosses them to me, and I catch them.
I do a double take at the foil packages. The manufacturer’s name glares at me as if printed in neon color—UnoPharm. Our biggest competitor had been our most serious rival until six months ago. Shit. I wish I had my usual brand because these condoms aren’t known for their quality. Not surprising, given how inept their former CEO Nigel Carrington was.
“Will these do?” Jayne asks.
I glance over to see her spectacular tits. Stop being a scientist, Lowe. A condom is a condom. I place them on the nightstand. “They’ll do nicely.”
We’re both wearing our underwear, standing a few feet apart. Still, the heat building between us keeps rising. Jayne’s gaze devours me. Glad she appreciates me as much as I do her.
As much as I enjoy seeing her body, I’m getting impatient. “Take off your bra, Jayne.”
Her chest heaves as she catches her lip in her teeth. “What happens when it’s gone?”
She hasn’t acted shy all night, but I kind of like seeing her like this. Yes, I enjoy taking control.
I push my hand inside my briefs and palm my dick. “I’m going to suck them and lick them until you beg for more. Then I’m going to fuck them and come all over them.”
Jayne pushes her thighs together, and her breath hitches. She doesn’t seem shy at all now. She’s as turned on as I am.
My gaze is intense as I wordlessly command her to take off her bra and panties. We might have only met tonight, less than an hour ago, but we have some kind of mental connection. Of course, that could just be our mutual horniness.
With steady hands, considering our earlier drinks, she reaches behind her and unfastens her bra. The straps fall down her arms, and the lingerie drops to the carpet. She pushes back her shoulders.
Oh, baby. I almost weep at the beauty of her tits—high, round and much more than a handful. Her hard nipples are pink and large, and I can’t wait to get my tongue on them.
“You should get naked too.” She slightly bends and shimmies her panties down her legs.
Once again, she takes my breath away. Who am I kidding? I almost come on the spot, which hasn’t happened in twenty-five years.
I quickly step out of my boxers, finally letting my dick spring free. “On the bed.”
Wiggling her ass, Jayne climbs onto the bed. She glances at me over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”
