Breaking the Silence by Katie Allen Page B

contact. Will shifted his hips, pressing upward toward the joining of her thighs. Wrapping her legs around him had bunched Jenny’s skirt around her hips. The hard bulge of Will’s cock, still enclosed in too many clothes, rubbed against the narrow crotch of her black thong, slipping against the wet fabric, pressing it to her folds.
    Will’s breathing quickened. He could feel the dampness and heat of her excitement. The proof of Jenny’s arousal, the reality that she wanted this, wanted him , made his erection throb. He felt that if he got any harder, he would burst out of his skin.
    Balancing his weight on one arm, Will reached between their bodies to grasp the edge of his shirt. Jenny moaned and tried to tighten her arms, pull herself against him, but Will resisted, yanking at his shirt.
    Buttons popped and fabric tore but the shirt clung stubbornly together. She must have finally realized his intent, since Jenny released his shoulders to help reveal his skin. Her back dropped against the quilt that covered the bed. She fumbled for the remaining buttons, tugging at the fabric, her fingers scrambling to expose his chest. The last button popped free and Will’s shirt hung open. Jenny pushed the edges back, tugging it down his arms. The shirt refused to cooperate, stretching taut and unmoving across his bulging triceps. She growled, yanking at the fabric.
    Frustrated, Will dug his knees into the mattress and sat up. The movement rocked his erection against her pussy—hard. Jenny mewled, moving restlessly against the bed.
    Clenching his teeth at the sound, Will stripped the shirt off his arms and unbuttoned his pants. For a moment, he hesitated—he couldn’t get his pants down without unwrapping Jenny’s legs from around his waist and he didn’t want to break the contact of their groins for even a second. He was deathly afraid that any pause in the action, any time that allowed Jenny to think, to reconsider, would make her decide not to go through with it. Will wanted to be considerate, to be a gentleman, to let her decide with a clear mind if she really wanted to do this—but he wanted to fuck her more.
    During Will’s moment of indecision, Jenny untangled her legs from his hips and scrambled to her knees, facing him. She had his pants and boxer briefs shoved down his thighs before he realized what had happened. They both paused, staring at each other in the soft light that leaked in from the hall, chests heaving in equal time—and then Jenny touched his chest with both palms.
    She slid her hands downward, her touch electric as she smoothed over the dampness of his skin, pausing at the eager points of his small nipples. Moving her palms down across those brown nubs, Jenny scissored her fingers, trapping the nipples between them and squeezing gently. Will’s stomach jerked and his eyes flinched closed, as if she had slapped him.
    Releasing him, she curved her fingers and lightly scraped him with her short nails as she moved her hands farther downward to his stomach. Jenny bent her head and pressed a kiss to Will’s bellybutton, slipping her tongue inside. Her chin grazed the leaking head of his cock and her hair brushed against the tops of his thighs.
    At that, Will’s control snapped. He caught Jenny under the arms and tossed her onto her back. She squeaked as his weight flattened her into the bed. His hands fisted in her hair, holding her head still as he ravaged her mouth, kissing her so hard that his lip hit the edge of her tooth and split. Will could taste the blood in his mouth but didn’t care about the small pain—didn’t care about anything except getting inside Jenny.
    Releasing his handfuls of her hair but not taking his mouth from hers, Will tugged the cups of her bra down, not bothering to release the hooks in back but instead just pulling her breasts up and free from their restraints. He left his hands on the soft mounds, holding them as he moved his mouth slowly downward, licking kisses on her