Bittersweet

~~ The Catch 22 ~~

She didn't finish her sentence as she turned to escape, grasping for the door handle.

Quick sharp, I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, toppling into my chest. Taking her firmly by the arms. My lips smashed onto hers and I was kissing her like a crazy addict searching for their next fix. I poured every ounce of longing I had into that kiss.  And slowly her hands climbed up my arms as she came to life in my arms. Her little moans of need shooting straight downstairs. There was no way I wasn't having her. Be damned with location and the consequences.

I pulled back, bringing my hands up to cup her face, ensuring she listened and understood. "Never think I don't want you Jenna. I've wanted no one or anything more. Fuck you have no idea how long I've wanted this... wanted you."

Wide-eyed, her plump lips parted. "Then show me Gabriele."

I pulled her towards me again, kissing her harder this time, my hands still holding her face.

We started stepping backward till I felt the sofa behind me, and I pulled her down with me. She straddled me with no coercion. I found the clip to her hair and let it down. Her hair fell curtaining us as my hands tunnelled through it—still not breaking the kiss.

Jenna's hands ran around the back of my neck before swiftly retreating downwards to lift my t-shirt. Running her across my abdominals, I shivered. Yanking it up, she wanted it off and I would not argue. My hands were doing the same, reaching for her top. Raising her arms—that came off too.

Sweet Jesus, she was a vision. Shyly smiling as her hand ran down my chest, both breathing hard and fast.

"Is it okay?"

Okay, she's asking if she's okay—fucking hell, what had that bastard of a brother done to her? "Okay, you're more than okay Jenna, you're a goddamn out of this world sexy, mouthwatering, beautiful woman." I cupped her face again. "You don't know what you do to me."

She giggled and hiccup' again before glancing down and rolling her hips on my erection. I groaned. "I think I can guess," she uttered, her voice lower and oh my god sexy as anything I'd ever heard from a woman.

"Yeah, he's been like that since you walked through the door."

I didn't think her face could get any more striking as her eyes dipped again, looking at me intensely, clouding with desire. For me!

"Well hurry and get me naked then!" she teased.

I had to ask, to make sure. "Are you sure Jeanna—Sure you want this?"

She nodded her head, and that was enough for me as I pulled her mouth back to mine.

Sliding my hands around to the back, along the smooth skin of her back. I found what I was looking for. Undoing her bra's clasp, I slid it down her arms to throw it somewhere. My hands came back around, found her breasts, she stilled, and I let out a groan. I'd definitely died. 

"Perfect," I uttered as I massaged one breast and let my other hand find the button on her jeans. Nonstop kissing, her skin burned beneath my greedy mouth. I kissed along her jaw, down her neck as she whispered my name over and over.

She raised herself slightly and my greedy mouth found her nipple.  Sucking, rolling it gently with my tongue as I twirled the other between my finger and thumb. Her little moans, raspy, needy... and very sexy, drove me out my mind.

"Jeans need to come off." She was off my lap as if I'd lit a fire and yanking to get her jeans down. Her panties came down with them. And I sat watching with a transfixed stare. Fuck, my erection pressed hard against my jeans, throbbing—it was painful.

She was just about to straddle me again, when I thought about something I should have considered earlier. Protection!  Shit.  "Jenna, wait."

She pulled back, her lips full and wet, her cheeks flushed, chest heaving.  Fuck, I had to tear my eyes away from her breasts. "I need to get some protection; I didn't think this would happen—tonight."

She hiccupped again, shrugging her shoulders. "Oh, god. Sorry, me neither."

"I need to head downstairs." Jake would surely have some, or there was a machine in the gent's restroom. "I know where I can get some. Wait here?"

"Okay, hurry!" She slid from me and I shot up, but leant down to kiss her first.

"Don't go anywhere." She giggled, and I grabbed my top and headed back downstairs like my life depended on it.

"Ashley—seen Jake?"

She shook her head. "He's around here somewhere."

I looked around. Bugger this, I headed for the till and got some cash, I would get some out the gent's restroom. Heading there I could see what I needed. Slotting the money in, I pulled at the trigger. A three pack slipped out—should I get two or was that pushing it?

Nah! Better to be optimistic rather than run out halfway through. I got another pack.

"What's this?" Jake came out the toilet stand. He looked at my hand, grinning like an idiot.

"Say nothing." I pointed at him. "Not a word."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Wasn't gonna."

I cocked my brow. "I need to go."

"Make me proud, my little apprentice," he shouted after me.

Asshole!

Belting upstairs faster than I could take in a breath, I sucked in a huge gulp of air. Heading back inside. I stopped dead. Jenna was curled up in a ball, stark naked—fast asleep.

Shit!  But it was damn adorable.

What should I do now—Great question?

Perhaps this was a good thing.  She couldn't regret this...me.

I walked to the sofa, it was a huge old thing but rather comfy. I stripped off my jeans and t-shirt. Scooping her up gently, I sat back down, maneuvering her carefully as I lay us down and shifted her more to my right side.

Soft moans escaped her lips, but she didn't wake. Instead, she relaxed, stretching her hand across my chest and her leg found its way across my thigh, a little too close to my friend, who twitched in response, obviously he hadn't got the message.

Reaching up I pulled the throw from the back of the sofa and covered her. Kissing the top of her head, and with no inhibition, I inhaled the sweet smell that was only Jenna.

Next time, Jenna. Next Time...