Free Feeling the Buzz by Shelley Munro Page B

gave a breathless laugh. “It’s going to
take me time to remember.”
    “Let me give you something to help you,” he
murmured and claimed her lips before she had a chance to reply. Her scent and
taste filled his senses, the bite of her fingers on his biceps letting him know
this wasn’t merely a pleasant dream. Giving in to temptation he let his hands
wander, swallowing her gasp when he cupped one breast. It was full and soft,
her nipple hardening rapidly at his touch. He slid the fabric back and forth
across the taut peak, taking his time while he deepened the kiss. The journey
into arousal wasn’t as fast as it had been with Seb. Instead it was different.
Slow. Tender. He lifted his mouth and trailed it across her jaw. He nuzzled her
neck, took in the way she leaned to give him better access and contentment
settled on him.
    “I want to taste you. Will you let me?”
Asking permission seemed the thing to do, because he didn’t want to take
anything for granted at this early stage.
    She hesitated, and he wished he could see
her better in the dark.
    “Jen?”
    “Yes?”
    “Will you let me take off your nightie?”
    “Yes.”
    He didn’t give her an opportunity to change
her mind. He fumbled for the hem of her nightie and drew it up toward her head.
She helped him, shifting her body weight. His fingers walked along the band of
her panties. Her skin was smooth, making him wonder if she were that soft
everywhere.
    “Can I take your panties off too?”
    “Depends. What do you want to do to me?”
she whispered, her breath warm against his neck.
    Simple. “Everything.
I’ll settle for touching and tasting.”
    He half expected an argument, but Jen
wriggled out of her panties and settled back against him. Yeah, she was
yielding and fragrant everywhere.
    His mouth wandered down her neck again. He
licked her collarbone and nibbled a little, smiling at her eep of shock.
He took his time, enjoying her sighs and the way she gradually relaxed,
enjoying the low-level buzz of pleasure sliding through his own body. He licked
across the curve of one breast and worried the nipple with his tongue.
    “Wayne,” she whispered and she clutched him
to her breast, drawing him closer and giving a low cry of pleasure when he
sucked strongly. Beside them Sebastian stirred but didn’t wake. Jen froze
again, as if she’d suddenly realized it wasn’t just the two of them.
    “Steady,” he soothed. Time to give her
something else to think about. He traveled down her body, touching and licking
his way down her torso. He slipped lower in the bed, parted her legs and
inserted himself into the space he’d created. His tongue lapped along the
crease from hip to upper thigh, the scent of her arousal washing over him.
    “Wayne, I don’t think—”
    “Don’t think,” he whispered and settled in
to feast. Her flavor exploded on his tongue, tart and fragrant. He took his
time exploring, learning what she liked most. It was easy to tell because her
fingers had slipped into his hair, and they tightened every time he licked
closer to her clit. Flickers of his tongue drew throaty moans from her and
direct stimulation made her tremble. Unable to resist, he pushed one finger
inside her, the moist heat making him wish it was his cock instead. Shortly, he
promised himself. When she was comfortable with them, with this situation.
    Yeah, soon.
    Jen gasped when he curved his finger. Ah,
reading his stepsister’s magazines hadn’t been a waste of time. He circled her
swollen clit with his tongue and continued his internal stimulation, listening
for each catch of Jen’s breath. Another lick. A moan escaped her, and then she
was flying, her pussy clenching his finger with each hard spasm.
    Wayne let her ride out the climax before
moving up the bed again. He kissed her tenderly and drew her into his arms.
“Can you sleep now?”
    “I think so. What about you?” She sounded
dazed, which filled him with smugness.
    “Don’t worry about me. Go to