An unpleasant smell reached my nostrils.
“It’s burning.”
Our dinner was burning. Pushing Jett away, I reached out to remove the pan from the hotplate but he beat me to it.
“That’s not the only thing burning here.” His sexy smile made me melt like chocolate under his double meaning forbidden promise. “It’s crazy how much you turn me on.”
He switched off the stove, his fingers moving so fast I couldn’t follow. One second I watched him brush aside the clutter covering the oversized kitchen counter, and the next second both of his hands cupped my ass and lifted me onto the counter. My bathrobe barely covered my naked body as he started to kiss my shoulders and my nipples, the bulge in his slacks rubbing hard and deliciously against my sex starved entrance.
“Jett,” I whispered. “Is it really a good idea to do it here?”
“What’s wrong with it? We’ve never done it in the kitchen. It’s only a matter of time until we do so we might as well do it right here, right now.”
“Good point.”
How could I argue with that?
The tip of his tongue moistened his lower lip, leaving a glistering trail of moisture behind. My fingers clawed at his back, pulling him against me. His thumb started to rub my clitoris until I felt my juices slowly gathering between my legs, and then ever so slowly, he dipped his finger inside me, the rotating motion making me moan.
“You’re turning me on,” I whispered against his shoulder.
His finger moved faster, matching the pace of his thumb, as he thrust it in and out. I raised my hips and wrapped my thighs around his waist. My stomach quivered. My whole body trembled for him as his thumb continued to stimulate my clit.
“I want you inside me.”
“Not yet,” Jett whispered. “You’re so wet. Do you hear that?” He laughed quietly into my neck as he slid a second finger into me. My sex clenched around him, welcoming him with a squishing hum. “That’s the sound of love, baby. That’s how I know I turn you on.”
Holy mother of pearls!
Did he have to be so blunt? My cheeks caught fire. I opened my mouth to protest, but he shut me up with a hot rich kiss, his talented fingers continuing to do their magic tricks, bringing me closer to the edge.
Holy cow.
The guy was good. Really good.
Higher and higher waves of arousal washed over me, and my head began to spin in the vortex only Jett could create. I didn’t mind the vulnerability—lying naked on the kitchen counter. I didn’t mind that the kitchen had two large windows and anyone could see me in the heights of lust. Hell, I didn’t even mind Jett watching me circling my hips shamelessly against his talented hand. What I minded was not having him inside me when my orgasm was near. From the even thrusts of his fingers, I knew his little torture would get me there fast.
As if sensing my thoughts, Jett’s fingers pulled out of me. ”Are you ready for a deeper plunge?” His voice dripped with insinuation, as his thumb continued to circle around my clit.
I felt the prod of his erection against my sensitive entry and ran my hands down his chest, exploring the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingers. He kissed me as he spread my legs wider, his tongue tangling with mine, sucking it, nibbling my lips, while the length of his erection rubbed against my entry, spreading the moisture of our arousal.
“You have me but are you mine?” Jett whispered, his deep voice sending another delicious pull through the depths of my sex. Did he have to talk when I was balancing on the edge of insanity, waiting for him to give me the final push? I was wet and in need of release; if he wouldn’t give it, then I’d go for it and take it.
“I’m yours, Jett.” I moistened my lips, the lust savaging my body throbbing so hard I was ready to demand his rawness fill the emptiness inside me. I lifted my legs higher, my hips silently pleading with his hard shaft to enter me.
“I’ll take you at your word.”
His large erection slid deep into my wet sex, filling me, taking every inch I had to offer. I quivered with delight at the way his shaft felt inside me—moving, thrusting—slow but immensely deep. His groans became louder and faster as I matched his movements. With every pound my nerve endings caught fire anew, until my sheath contracted around him, sucking him deeper into me, creating a feeling of closeness and intimacy as he impaled and stretched me. Lost in him, I let go of everything but the sensation of him slamming into me.
Jett dipped his tongue into my mouth, mirroring the fast movements of his hips, his hard flesh plunging deep inside me. He told me how tight I was, how beautiful I was in my need for him, and how he felt my orgasm building as I arched my back to welcome his thrusts.
“Brooke,” he moaned my name, a moment before my vision blurred and I bucked against him. Waves of pleasure rocked my body. A moment later thick hot moisture exploded inside me and he climaxed against my damp body, consumed by the pleasure my body had given him. And I drowned in the sea of release, the air heavy with our scent mixed with herbs.
***
We were still panting when Jett buttoned up his jeans and helped me off the counter. I wrapped my bathrobe against my shivering body and tied my wet hair at the nape of my neck.
“Are you okay?” Jett placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
I nodded, figuring I didn’t need a mirror to know that my cheeks were red and I was smiling, matching the grin on his face. I had never made love in a kitchen so another first for us.
We cleaned up the mess and erased any proof of our intimate session in silence, enjoying each other’s presence without the need to talk. By the time we were done it was a little after ten. Jett followed my glance to my watch and wrapped his arms around me whispering, “Tired?”
“Very.”