Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
He was there fondling me and getting me worked into a frenzy, then he was gone. By the time I jerked around to see where he went, he was taking a bite of a cookie and winking at me as he walked back into the living room where he was working with Brian.
I close my eyes tightly as my thighs rub together thinking about it. He just walked in and took what he wanted before leaving me breathless and unable to think straight. How can he keep doing this to me? Why do I love it?
I tried to avoid the living room because I knew if I went in there, I might just jump on him to find some relief. But when Brian said he put on A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving I groaned. We’ve watched it together every year since I was a kid and I couldn’t turn him down. It’s our tradition, and this year was no exception. Other than the fact that I was going to have to do it while being the horniest I’d ever been in my life.
When I walked in with a bowl of popcorn, the lights were off and the movie was starting. Brian was in the recliner and Jensen was laid out on the couch with a big blanket over him. I was about to sit on the floor until Jensen snagged my waist and pulled me down beside him.
Before I knew what was happening he had me under the blanket with his hand down my sweats and on my ass. He played with the edge of my panties as I tried to concentrate on the movie. I know the whole thing by heart, but in that moment, I couldn’t tell you a word of it.
The scent of Jensen surrounded me, and he had changed into a T-shirt and shorts. The feel of his strong chest under the material made me wonder what it would be like on top of me and then my body flared with need that sent me into a state of emergency.
I kept looking over at Brian, who fell asleep about five minutes into the movie. Jensen could have done more, and I could have pushed him to take it further, but neither of us did. Instead it was this growing, living, breathing thing between us that was getting out of control.
As soon as the credits began, I jumped up and Brian woke with a start. I announced quickly that I was going to bed as I dashed from the room. I kept needing space from Jensen, but now that I’ve got it, the anticipation of when I’ll lose it again is driving me crazy.
I stripped down when I came to bed thinking I was going to be bold. I’d be here naked when he walked in and he would know that I mean business. But then I got scared and jumped up and put my sweats back on. After a few minutes lying under the blanket I got hot and decided to compromise and kick off just my pants.
Now I’m too wet to sleep and I think maybe I should try and rub one out to calm down. It won’t take me two seconds, but it would probably make me feel better. I slide my hand down the front of my panties and close my eyes. The room is pitch black, but I do it anyway. When my fingers touch my pussy, I groan, not in pleasure but in disappointment. It doesn’t feel as good as when Jensen did it to me earlier. Will it ever feel as good as that?
I work my fingers over my clit thinking only of Jensen. The way he walks with so much confidence, the way his strong arms hold me, his scent as I lie on him and watch my favorite movie.
I’m so slippery it’s nearly impossible to find purchase against my clit and I’m becoming more frustrated than calm. I’m about to give up when his deep voice is right next to me.
“Let me, bombshell,” he says right as I feel him pull the blanket off me and the mattress dips.
“How long have you been in here?” I hiss.
“Long enough to realize I can’t see in the dark.” The bedside lamp clicks on, and for a second, I’m blinded by the light.
I blink a few times and then he comes into view. He’s shirtless now, and I can see the dark hair across his hard, tight chest. I ache to rub my hands across it and pet him. He smells like mint toothpaste and aftershave, and I want to bury myself in his big body. This attraction to him is on a level of desire I can only imagine an animal feels to its one true mate. It’s consuming and unexplainable, but I don’t want it to stop.