Body Games (Games #5)(51)
Author: Jessica Clare

Funny how casual nudity could make us so awkward in the face of true intimacy.

His hands went to the hem of my baggy sleep shirt and he began to slowly tug it upward. I raised my arms to assist him, and felt a blush heat my cheeks when he pulled it over my head and my br**sts were exposed. They were just br**sts. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.

“Just as beautiful as I remembered,” Jendan murmured as he tossed my t-shirt to the side.

I lowered my arms and stepped a little closer to him, eager to slide my hands under his shirt. Even though his pants and boxers were around his ankles, he was still wearing a shirt and I wanted his bare skin against mine.

His hands moved down my shoulders, then my back, caressing me with every movement. My skin prickled with arousal under his light touches. Then, his hands slid into my panties, cupping my ass. As I gasped, he began to work the fabric downward, even as he leaned in to kiss me again. “Beautiful Annabelle. You made me crazy with lust every day we were out there.”

“I did?” I asked, my voice breathless. His mouth dipped in to kiss mine, our lips slicking together and distracting me.

“You did. Ever wonder why I kept going off into the trees? I had to get things under control before I had some uncomfortable moments on camera.” His lips caressed my upper one. “The last thing I needed was to make you feel awkward because I couldn’t handle my reactions.”

I giggled at the mental image. “Sounds like you were doing a lot of handling to me.”

He chuckled, and his hands squeezed my ass. My panties were now bunched low on my hips, below where his hands rested. “Cruel woman. I guess you didn’t have the same problem.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said lightly as his fingers stroked along the curves of my bottom. “I might have had quite a few dirty dreams that I had to ignore, or else I’d have to go run off into the jungle myself to take care of things.”

“Mmm. Tell me more about these dirty dreams.” His fingers delved into the part of my bu**ocks, making me gasp at the sensation.

“Well, I know I woke up more than once with this pressing against my hip,” I told him, grasping his straining c**k in my hands. “And it took everything I had not to throw a leg over you and slide you deep inside me.”

Jendan groaned again, and his fingers brushed a little deeper.

I gave a small wiggle and my panties dropped to the floor. I kicked them aside and spread my legs so he could move his fingers even deeper if he wanted. “But I resisted,” I murmured. “It was very…hard, but I managed.” At hard, I bit down on his lower lip and sucked on it.

With that, Jendan pushed forward, landing us both back on the bed again. I went backward gleefully, my heart pounding with excitement and arousal as he climbed over me and pushed my legs apart, settling between my spread legs. “You should be rewarded for being such a good girl, I suppose.”

“Mmm.” Just the sexy tone of his voice had me wet. “What did you have in mind?”

“This,” he told me, just as his mouth captured mine again, and his fingers brushed through my slick folds.

I clung to him, whimpering my pleasure. Oh God, his touch was incredible. I was so wet already, all this talking and back-and-forth play just driving me mad with need.

Jendan’s fingers stroked my pu**y, teasing the wetness back and forth until my folds were soaked with my own juices. “So lovely,” he murmured between hot kisses. “So wet.”

“Just thinking about you touching me makes me wet,” I told him breathlessly, clinging to his big shoulders. His skin felt so good against mine – why had I waited all those weeks to do this? Pride in my game be damned. I’d met a great guy and pushed him away until the time was right.

Now, time felt like it was slipping away from me.

Frantic, I kissed him with increasing desire, raising my h*ps to meet his fingers. His thumb found my clitoris and rested there, and I moaned and rubbed up against it, needing more. “Jendan, please,” I whispered. “Let’s not go slow. Not this time. Not at first.”

One finger sank deep inside me. “You that ready, Annabelle?”

I arched my back, my mouth opening in a silent moan. Oh God, I was so ready. Weeks and weeks of tantalizing had left me primed and ready for sex like never before. “Jendan, I need you.”

“I’m here,” he murmured, showering my face with kisses as he thrust deep with his finger. “I’m here with you.”

I rose to meet the thrusts of his fingers, each one increasing the ache of need I felt. His thumb continued to tease and stroke my clit, driving me wild.

I was near an orgasm when he withdrew from me, and I gave a cry of protest, clinging to his mouth with frantic kisses. No! Not yet! Not when I was so close!

“Condoms,” he murmured against my insistent mouth. “Need condoms.”

“Hurry,” I encouraged him. “Need you.”

I continued to cling to him as he stretched over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom off of the strip and ripping it open with his teeth. While I writhed underneath him and ran my hands all over every inch of skin I could touch, he rolled the condom on, concentrating fiercely.

Then, when it was on, he put a hand to the side of my head to still me, and pulled me in for a long, slow kiss that left me breathless and distracted.

I was so distracted that when he sank inside me with one push, it came as a surprise. I cried out, clinging to him, and my outburst was silenced by his quick kiss again. “Shhh,” he murmured. “You okay?”

I nodded, breathless. Oh God, he was so deep inside me, and he felt so good. I was totally filled by him, every inch of my body feeling stretched to deliciousness under Jendan. I’d needed this so badly.

He kissed me again, his mouth caressing mine. Then, he gazed down at me and began to slowly, rhythmically, move inside me. Pinned under his gaze, I arched with every thrust, wanting him to enjoy my body as much as I was enjoying his. I raised one knee up to increase the depth he was thrusting into me, and he hooked it with his arm and pulled it forward, even as he leaned in to kiss me again.

And then we were face to face, lip to lip, as he thrust deeper and harder inside me than I’d ever been f**ked.

I was normally a fairly silent partner in sex, but I couldn’t resist the moan that escaped me. That felt incredible. My movements became more frantic, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him. “Jendan,” I panted. “Oh, like that!”

“Annabelle,” he murmured, his strokes taking on a fierce edge. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. From the moment I met you, I wanted this moment. Wanted you in my arms, my c**k deep inside you.”