Taking a Shot

He swiped his tongue over her clit, toying with the piercing before enveloping the bud between his lips and sucking on it. He palmed his cock, massaging it and giving it a squeeze as he slid his tongue between Jenna’s plump pussy lips. Her salty sweet flavor made his cock tighten. Just the thought of sliding between those soft lips of hers making him want to unzip his pants and thrust inside her.

He lapped her pussy and clit up and down until she squirmed against him, until he knew she was ready to come. Then he applied pressure to her clit and she let go, crying out with wild abandon and shoving her pussy against his face. He brought her down easy, kissing her thighs and belly before climbing up onto one of the old chairs and unzipping his pants.

He slid her panties down her legs and shoved them in his pocket, then went for a condom. She stilled his hand.

“No. No condoms anymore. It’s just you and me, now and forever.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I want to feel you in me.”

His cock quivered at the thought of feeling her silky wetness rounding him. That one night had been heaven. “I want that. I want you, just you, wrapped around my cock.”

“Make love to me.”

He pulled her off the bar and onto his lap. She straddled him and he watched his cock disappear into her pussy. She planted her feet on either side of the slats of the chair and rose up, then down on him.

“Oh, babe, you feel so good.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and brought her mouth to his for a deep, penetrating kiss. He slid his tongue inside and fucked her mouth with it the same way he fucked her pussy, with long, deliberate strokes.

She whimpered against his mouth, held on to his shoulders, and lifted, then slid down, grinding against his cock in a way that made him groan.

His balls were on fire, quivering in anticipation of erupting inside her.

Buried deep like this, he pulled back, looked into the beautiful blue depths of her eyes, watched her lids partially close as her pussy clenched around his cock, all that wet heat surrounding him.

And when she quickened the pace, rocking back and forth and grinding against him, he was going to lose it.

“Come for me, Jenna,” he whispered, licking her earlobe as he held on to her butt and pulled her tighter against him, grinding himself along her clit.

“Oh, God, yes, that’s going to make me come so hard,” she said.

When she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, he knew she was ready, and he thrust deep, holding her there while she fell apart. He felt her, felt her walls convulse around him as she came. She bucked against him in a wild frenzy as her climax tore her apart.

He couldn’t hold back as the roaring freight train of his orgasm slammed into him. He jettisoned his come inside her, emptying everything he had and holding her tight while he poured over and over until there was nothing left.

Christ, that had been intense. It had always been that way with Jenna, and now that he held her again, it was as if the world had turned right side up again, and everything that had been wrong had been corrected. Something hadn’t been right ever since that night he’d walked out on her. He’d pushed it all to the back of his mind because he’d had to concentrate on playing hockey, but his first thought had always been Jenna.

Work would always be work, but his first priority would always be the woman he loved, the woman he intended to make a life with. And now that he held her again, now that he could breathe in that unique scent that made her who she was, he realized he’d never be whole without her. That’s what love was. He’d spent his whole adult life wondering what love was about, and now he knew. He’d never chased it, never wanted it, but it had found him anyway.

He lifted her off him and set her on the bar.

“Your coat,” she said.

“Is fine. I want to look at you. Your body is flush and pink and beautiful.”

He traced his tongue between her sex and hip.

She giggled. “What are you doing?”

“I think right here would be a perfect spot.”

“For what?”

“Your next tattoo. I can envision a script pattern.”

“Of?”

“My name, of course. Right near my favorite spot of your body.”

She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “Done.”

He lifted his head. “Yeah?”

“Of course, as long as you get Jenna tattooed on your arm.”

“You got it. Make an appointment with your tattoo guy next week. I want your name on me.”

“Really? You’d do that?”

He stood. “I’m going to marry you, Jenna. I wasn’t kidding about the forever part.”

She leaned forward, threw her arms around him, and kissed him, then searched his face. “But ink really is forever.”

“And so am I.”

Jenna sighed as she looked down at Ty, reading the truth on his face.

This was all real. Him, the new club, her new life.

Facing her fears had given her some of the greatest gifts, the most important one this amazing man.

She’d put all her dreams on hold for so long. But now, thanks to Ty, his love, and a lot of courage, all her dreams were coming true.