Free Switch (A BDSM Romance Novel) by Astrid Knowles Page B

away. He bent over her, lifting her just enough to easily tug her trousers and panties down to her ankles where she kicked them off, spreading her thighs in invitation. With one hand beside her thigh, the other found his clothed cock, removing his boxers swiftly as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. It was without warning that he entered her, both of them tipping their heads back with a loud gasp.
    Je nna wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tight to her as she leant away, the cold mirror against the back of her neck forming an erotic contrast to the heat of their bodies and the sheen of sweat that covered her. Every stroke drew her apart, stroking her surely as her lover grunted above her, plucking at her nipples through their thin covering as he intensely pounded into her, his jaw clenched as he watched her pleasured face, offset by effort and small hints of pain.
    She cried out easily, uninhibited and certain that no one could hear her. Her head flew forwards and back, tossing as her hair stuck to the back of her damp neck , her eyes drifting in and out of focus as Henry filled her with pleasure, need and submission to him, trust that he would take care of her.
    What did it matter if the door was open? If it didn’t bother Henry, then it didn’t bother her. The window, too, while thick and hazy, was opened, allowing any who passed to look through and see her, wantonly spread and dripping as she accepted Henry’s hard cock.
    It was the thought of this, of the obscene exhibitionism, the pushed Jenna over the edge, her back arching high and offering her breasts as her cunt pulsed tightly around him, racking her body with movement. Her thighs thumped against the basin as she lifted and fell, coldly bruising her as she loudly cried out, wails and groans as Henry sped up, letting himself go as he bit at her nipples, a low, long groan finishing their coupling. He shuddered against her, and they were still save for their gasping breaths, their chests rubbing against each other as Henry held her tightly to him. He stroked her hair aside and tenderly placed a kiss to her temple before unwinding his arms and drawing away, Jenna giving a couple of pants more before jumping down to join him, quickly replacing her clothing and watching as Henry more leisurely tugged his boxers and jeans back into place. He laughed softly and coaxed her out of the room before him, Jenna following despite the languid, full, dirty feeling that dictated she ought to clean herself up.
    But Henry wanted her to move, and so she did, the large windows seeming daunting, so much so that she could not be drawn away from them, wondering if there was any sign; a wet patch where she had soaked through her clothing; a speck of cum that had fallen astray, and she did not notice Amelia, Dominic, Aaron and Viola, grouped together in front of the curtain, wide grins and unsubtle winks aimed her way. It was Dom’s voice that drew her attention.
    “If you’ve made my window filthy, you two are cleaning it.”
     

Chapter Eight
     
    The festive period came quickly, and with it both a strain and a tinge of excitement on Jenna and Henry’s relationship. Henry went to several interviews each week, searching if only for seasonal work, but with no success. He only grew more frustrated, but their physical relationship grew fuller. He lavished her with attention in the only way that he intensely could, leaving messages in rooms before she entered them and leading her to places where less innocent items lay. Their scenes grew rougher and their kisses sweeter.
    He cooked for her when she returned from work, and the Skittles and Doritos became a thing of the past. It cheered her greatly to return home to both a warm meal and a warm man. Even with a cool demeanour, there was no denying that she found him hot.
    The air was cool outside, and Jenna felt the freshness of it still on her skin and clothes as she loudly shut the door behind her, dumping her bag and shoes on