“What exactly is this thing between us?”
I could more easily explain the meaning of life and the existence of God. “It’s…sex.”
She punched me in the arm, but at least it was a friendly punch…or so I thought.
“Clearly it’s sex. But the first time you took me to your bed, you said it would be the only time.
That hasn’t ended up being the case. So what is going on with us?”
“What do you want to be going on with us?” All the potential answers to that question scared the hell out of me, but it was easier to ask it than actually answer hers.
“Well…I haven’t felt like I could tell Marj what’s going on between us. Do you think it would be okay if I…told her?”
Not exactly what I had been expecting. Most women would want to talk about commitments, emotion, and all that other garbage. All Jade wanted to know was if she could tell her best friend.
Something in me saddened a bit.
“Do you want to tell her?” Score two for me. Another question instead of answering hers.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Normally I would. She and I don’t have secrets. But something about this situation seems…very private to me. Why do you think that is?”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Oh, no, you don’t. Don’t think I haven’t caught on. You’re answering everything I ask with another question. I’ve been to law school. I know that tactic. I want an answer. What is this? And why do I feel like I can’t talk about it?”
Her cheeks were red, her body still flushed from her orgasms. Private? I didn’t know why it seemed private. I had no answer for her, and right now…I was longing for her again.
“I want your pussy again,” I said.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious.” I moved downward and spread her legs. “You’re so beautiful down here. Especially after you’ve come. So red and swollen and juicy. I could eat you up.”
“You’ve done that several times— Oh!”
I slithered my tongue over her wet folds. Delicious, perfect. I pushed her thighs forward, tongued her tight little asshole, and then sucked her entire labia into my mouth and pulled.
“God! God, that’s good.”
Between her legs, I met her blue-gray gaze. Her nipples were hard and puckered. “Touch your nipples for me, baby,” I said. “Pinch those hard little nipples for me.”
She brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them, fingering them lightly.
“That’s hot, baby. Now pinch them. Pinch those hard little nipples while I suck your cunt.”
She pinched them, and my cock hardened into granite. Damn, she was so hot. I lapped at her pussy, sucking, tugging, and then looked up again. “How does that feel, baby? How does it feel when you pinch your nipples like that?”
She moaned, writhing, grinding into my face. “Talon, I’m going to come again.”
A thrill bubbled into me. “Yeah, baby, come for me. Come all over my face. Let me suck all that sweet cream out of your pussy.”
She shattered, bathing me with her sweet essence. My cock throbbed, yearning for her hot sheath.
While she was still coming, I inched forward and thrust into her. I fucked her. Fucked her harder. I got on my knees, lifted her hips, and plowed into her.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. My balls tight. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Tiny convulsions started at the base. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. My brain exploded, my skin tingled all over, my cock throbbed as I released into her juicy heat.
The most explosive climax I could remember…and still I came and came and came…until finally I pulled out and collapsed in a heap next to her.
Calm peacefulness surrounded me as the afterglow whisked me to a different plane. I lay there, sated. Her presence next to me filled me with a tranquil headiness that was foreign to me. I floated downward, melting into the soft comforter.
God, dare I think it?
I felt… good.
But a few minutes later…
“What exactly is this thing between us?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JADE
He didn’t answer me. Not that I expected he would. I got up to take my shower. I figured he’d let me this time. He’d had three or four orgasms already today. He wouldn’t be after me for another.
I turned to look at him, his eyes still closed, his arm over his forehead as usual. One of his knees was bent and strewn over his other leg. Naked glory—he was indeed the epitome of masculine beauty.