forth, laving first one breast, then the other, she regretted taking her shorts off so soon. There was a deep ache building already and she needed a barrier, some kind of protection, so she could stay in control.
But the more he sucked, and soaked her flesh, and flicked his tongue across the taut buds, the more she started to think that there was nothing wrong with just lying back and letting herself go. He was still wearing his jeans and she clawed at the open zipper, wanting to feel him. He released his hold on her chest and pushed her hands away. But before she could feel disappointed, he was descending inch by glorious inch, kissing a path down her abdomen, over one hipbone, and then the other. She lifted her hips in blatant invitation because she knew what he could do with his tongue, her clit, in three minutes or less, and it was not at the bottom of the list of things she had missed about him.
“Easy,” he told her. “I’ve been thinking…”
Now it was her turn to have her mouth fall open. But when she looked down and saw the mischievous smirk on his face, she swore. “That was uncalled for.”
“See how unnecessary that is? Just sayin.’ Thinking is overrated.”
Stop thinking. Right. “Maybe if you put that tongue to better use, I’d stop protesting.”
He grinned. “Really? You’ll stop protesting? Challenge accepted. I could do a lot of fun things with my tongue.”
Jolene dropped back onto the sofa. “Make me sing, Rivers.”
As Chance nestled between Jolene’s legs and ran his tongue along the flesh of her inner thigh, he had an epiphany. His sex life with Jolene had always been like their relationship– both tugging back and forth. He pushed, she pulled away, she reached out, he jumped back, then occasionally, in bed and writing music, they collided together as one explosive dynamic team. It was their asset and their issue.
He wanted to try to create a new reality. Where they didn’t crash in to each other, rusted truck into her Cadillac, but instead melted together, like two different soft serve ice cream flavors into one delicious combination. She already smelled like peaches and cream. He wanted to taste her and have her dissolve into his mouth. Which took time. So he teased down to her knee, pressed a kiss on the side of it, and trailed back up again, skirting her sex. She made a soft sound of frustration and arched her hips forward.
Instead of holding her down, which was his usual maneuver, he eased up his grip on her, and just explored her flesh, all her curves, the dip at her waist, the hill of her hip bone, the valley of her belly button. At first, her muscles were tense, but the more he ran his lips over her skin, the more she relaxed. When he heard the first sigh as his fingers skimmed over her hip and rested softly on her backside, he felt undeniable satisfaction. Getting Jolene to meet him halfway suddenly felt more important than winning or holding on to his heart or saving face in the music industry. He wished he’d taken her to the bed instead of the couch. He’d use scented lotion and run his hands inch by inch of her body, and feel the delineation of every muscle, drawing goose flesh everywhere he touched.
But he didn’t want to suggest the move and break the spell that was weaving between them, where her fingers teased through his hair and they both breathed deeply, and just felt. For once, they weren’t talking, singing, bickering, or banging. They were just together.
Finally he shifted his mouth briefly to her inner thighs, pressing a kiss on the soft mound, enjoying the shiver that undulated through her. He kissed her again and again, until she started to quest, shifting on the couch, leg lifting to wrap around his. She didn’t tense and she didn’t protest. She didn’t make demands or beg. She simply unfolded for him, the scent of her arousal rising up between them. When he finally tasted her, dragging his tongue over her clit, she jerked just slightly, but mostly stayed still, her breathing uneven, her exhales taking on the heady tone of a very subtle moan.
He tasted her for long minutes, pace leisurely, losing himself in the rhythm of his head moving over her and her relaxed sounds of pleasure. At one point he pulled back and shifted to tease at her