54: Only Me

JASON

Kissing Jenna always felt like the most natural thing. I didn’t need to think of anything when I had her against me. Our bodies did the talking, they did the thinking too. Like this is something they have done a million times.

It is like walking in a place you’ve known all your life. You could do it with your eyes closed.

I was hungry for the next touch. I loved the burn in my chest from lack of oxygen, knowing if I breathed in deep, all I was getting was Jenna.

Our lips were fused together, moving hungrily. Hands searching for any piece of flesh. Her nails digging into my back, probably leaving marks on my skin makes my cock throb with need.

I don’t rush her, even if all I wanted was to sink myself into her tight heat, reacquaint myself with her body. This time, not as a teenager touching someone for the first time.

My hand moves from her hips to the juncture between her thighs. I felt her stiffen when I reached the waistband of her pants. I pause, waiting to see if she would m