I can hear her moving behind me, she's not following me but she's moving and I hear her say something and pause my exit.
"I want to see the fire," Jenna says and I have to stop, I'm confused.
I turn around and there she is not quite naked, she'd need to take off the black lace thong and high heels to be naked. Heels actually put her at my height and I feel compelled to just take her now.
What did I do?
I got this! Hold ground and do not advance!
I hang my coat up on a spot by the entryway and return to where I was standing when I was walking out. I'm facing Jenna now and I point at a spot on the floor about a foot in front of me. Her hips sway a little as he covers the distance between us and leans in to kiss me but I put a hand on her shoulder stopping her.
"Undress me," I order Jenna in a calm, even tone.
She takes her time with it, loosening my tie, making sure to pull off my shoes before my slacks, actually bothering to unbutton my shirt. The little things till I'm standing in front of her in my underwear. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little turned on by Jenna almost naked in front of me with her light ginger hair cascading over her shoulders but I'm in control, not her.
"Look at that skin," I commented looking at her body," So bare, so smooth, it tells a very quiet story."
Self consciously Jenna backs away a step from me and I reach out and grab her hand. She resists for a moment and I touch her fingers to my last great scar.
"You told me when it happened you didn't feel anything. Is that true," Jenna asks and I shake my head.
"I was having the best day of my life, I thought it was a fitting end," I tell her and she furrows her brow at that.
Her touch is soft and warm as her fingers trace the scar and the other moves to my chest. She smells like roses, roses can hurt if you grab them too tightly. Jenna isn't a rose. I take the back of her neck in my hand and pull her neck to my mouth. I kiss and lick neck to her jugular and use my free arm to grab her leg and pull her up. She's either not as heavy as I thought she'd be or I'm stronger than I thought I was, I think I'll believe stronger as I walk and carry Jenna to the bed and sit her down on the edge of it. I'm standing in front of her and pull my boxer briefs down with one hand and with the other pull her head to me. Jenna uses her hand to pull me up to her mouth and slowly takes a couple inches in her mouth. Want to talk about awkwardness, that is a blowjob from Jenna. She doesn't use her mouth more than a couple inches; her hand is there for support and does nothing but support. I grow bored after a minute or two and pull her hand off before taking either side of her head and pulling her mouth onto me deeper than she would like. I know it's deeper than she likes because she struggles a bit and tries to pull back.
"If you're going to give me a blowjob then actually give me a blowjob worth my time," I tell Jenna who is surprised at my critique.
She doesn't say she's surprised but her head moved to try and look at me. I didn't let her as I pushed back into her mouth, getting about half of me in before backing out and repeating. It's easier this way since now I'm in control of her and able to get enough of me in her mouth to feel better since she sucks at giving head, okay that was a bit funny. I finally get hard and push Jenna back, letting my cock leave her mouth and surprising her as she backs up the bed a little. I don't bother to pull the black thong off Jenna; I simply pull it to the side and push the head of my cock against her entrance. I am almost straddling the corner of the bed as I take her hips and legs in my hands and pull her into position while pushing myself inside.
"Fuck you're tighter than I expected, didn't you ever fuck Brandon," I ask because she's tighter than I expected.
"We had sex… every two weeks or so… we just got busy," Jenna grunts as I work in and out of her with long slow strokes.
"So what, he has a small dick or something? You just don't like to fuck," I ask as I keep my steady pace.
"No it's just… I don't get off much so it's mostly for him… he understands that," she talks like they're still together.
"Except he didn't, he was fucking around remember," I tell her and I see recognition of my words in her eyes.
I don't keep the conversation going and instead focus on taking my time with Jenna since I'll probably never take the opportunity to do this again with her considering it's more me doing her a favor than vice versa. It takes a few minutes of my steady pace before I feel her getting wetter and where she was looking at me like she was trying to figure out what I was doing. Now she's breathing heavily and holding her legs back so I can get deeper inside her. Okay I'm all the way in but it feels deeper and that's the important thing right? I think about what I've heard a few girls say about Brandon then I think about how long we've been going at it and I have an epiphany.
"Are you actually going to cum," I ask and Jenna gives me a questioning look," you're enjoying this."
"Why haven't you cum yet," she asks, trying to keep the conversation off her.
"Because this is nice but I am holding out," I make sure she has her legs in her hands so I don't have to hold them.
"Well you should have cum by now, it's good but you are just trying to prove a point you made and can finish now," Jenna is trying to hold onto something, her pride maybe.
I release he hips and legs since she has them and put my hands around the back of her neck and lock my fingers bending her so she can see exactly how I'm going to fuck her. It's a little uncomfortable for her to be bent like this with her knees almost up by her head but we're not close to done as I go from steady and measure pace to jack rabbit on a hot date fucking her near worthless in bed self. I'm shaking the bed, Jenna is making squeaking and groaning noises, and I'm beginning to feel her clamp down on me like she's going to cum and thankfully so am I but I am still holding out. Yes I'm waiting for her; it's nice to be nice in bed. Jenna cumming is kind of like someone coming up for air in a pool, her head goes back and she gasps for air while trying to keep her head above water… or more aptly me inside her. Something about her moaning in orgasm from me sets me off and I pull out and with a few quick strokes shoot my load up her body hitting her breasts a little and more on her hips and stomach. I let her head go as I pulled out and she collapsed on the bed as I came on her almost oblivious to my actions. I pull my boxer briefs back up and take a step back as Jenna sits up slowly and after kicking off her heels, she's been wearing them this whole time, and staggers off to the bathroom.
Put your clothes on and walk out, do it!
I crawl onto the bed and lay down; I'm listening to Jenna as she is cleaning herself up since I made a mess on her. It's almost funny considering everything but no need for laughs right now as I hear the water stop and she exits the bathroom.
"Can we sleep here tonight," she asks and I shrug at her.
Jenna crawls into bed with more sex appeal than the actual sex we were having minutes ago and curls up next to me but not on me.
"What," I ask as she lays on her side looking at me.
"You really are different, I thought it was some new clothes and a new attitude but the same Guy. This is a very new you," Jenna explains her view of me.
"People don't want to believe reality so they make up a lie to help them cope," I state and Jenna props her head up on her hand.
"So how long before I am able to see the fire," she asks and I chuckle.
"I've given matches to morons, now we wait and let them light it up for me," I state and she pouts, why is she pouting.
"I saw that video with that Mexican girl and Brandon. They talked some super shit to each other, him more than her. Why didn't he ever fuck me like that," Jenna asks and I look at her finally.
"Probably because you put him on the side of everything for so long that he couldn't be himself with you," I explain and she moves in to rest her head on my chest.
I don't know why I'm letting her sleep with me tonight but it's different. I've only spent the night with one girl, Marta, and that was mostly because we were at my home. Now I have one of the most physically beautiful creatures I've ever seen with my own eyes in bed, granted it's a rental for the night but it's mine right now and so is she.
Congratulations on ruining everything.
She's interested in what is to come; I think she's something worth exploring.
Yeah he did that and now they're all lovely. You are an idiot.
Even if she talks, what can she prove? Nothing. Didn't think about that did you?
Elsewhere….
"Okay now what," the big man asks his friends.
"We wait to see what he says to do next," the older man replies.