His hands slid up my body, then he slowly and sexily unbuttoned my shirt while I moved in time with the music and resisted the strong urge to beg him to go faster. Once my shirt was finally open, he ran his fingertips over my exposed skin. By now I was ready to go, and his touch sent tingles through my body.
I contemplated doing the same with him, but patience was rarely my watchword, especially when it came to seeing Jeff naked. I ripped his shirt open. He grinned as I ran my hands over his chest, letting my fingers run through the hair, over his pecs, and down his abdomen.
Jeff gave a low growl, slid my shirt to my mid-back, then used it to pull me to him. He kissed me deeply, one hand behind my head, the other stroking the small of my back. Our tongues twined as I rubbed my chest against his.
As “Leave the Lights On” came on, Jeff moved me back to a sitting position and, using a well-practiced move, flicked my bra open with his thumb. “Now,” he purred, “that’s better. I like to see the sexiest girl in the galaxy up close.”
He began to toy with my breasts while I kneaded his chest in return. When we were like this it was a competition—see who could hold out the longest.
I usually “lost” because, frankly, whenever I looked at Jeff’s bare chest, I wanted to get my mouth on it as fast as possible, and tonight was no exception. Besides, I never considered my face against Jeff’s chest to be losing in any sense of the word.
He chuckled as I nuzzled between his impressive pecs. “You held out a whole five seconds, baby. Could be a new world record.”
“Mmmm.” My mouth and tongue were busy and didn’t feel the need to chat.
Jeff’s fingers slid over my back and then toyed with my neck. This caused me to grind against him. Which caused him to pull me up to ravage my mouth again. I was good with that.
Once this kiss ended, Jeff held my hips so that I was balanced, but not on him. Then his lips, teeth and tongue went to work on my neck. I wasn’t in a position to do too much, other than moan and shove my hips against his hands. Grabbed the door to keep my upper body lifted.
This caused my breasts to brush against Jeff’s chest, which was beyond arousing. For both of us, because he shifted me again and took one breast into his mouth, then the other, back and forth, until I was at my go-to move—wailing like a cat in heat.
As was normal, I was mostly incoherent by this time. Jeff had gotten really good at figuring out what my various wails and moans meant, so even though there were emotional blockers in the Embassy, he wasn’t missing a beat for what to do to ensure that he continued to be able to be called Mr. 2nd Base.
As his tongue slid in between my breasts, I went over the edge. As always, this was Jeff’s signal to step up his game.
Hyperspeed and A-C strength were good for many things. Getting out of pants and underwear were only two of them. Jeff lifted me up with one hand, slid my panties off with the other, and put me back down, all in about two seconds. I used that time to unzip his pants. Hey, I was doing my part.
Once he had me straddling him again, I did my best to get to my favorite body part. I mean, I was a fan of all of Jeff’s parts, but, you know, a girl had her preferences. As “2 Become 1” came on, I succeeded. Jeff’s jungle cat look was matched with a smooth jungle cat move as he slid into me.
My head fell back as we started to truly bump and grind. Jeff rocked his hips and I rocked mine as well, riding him while my legs squeezed against his sides and my hands clutched at his abs and chest.
We were like this for quite a while, our bodies moving faster and faster, heading toward frenzy. As “Doin’ Fine” came on, so did I. Loudly. As I began to quiet a bit, Jeff bucked and I fell forward. His hands caught my breasts and he lowered them to his face so that he could tease them both at the same time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto the side of the car again, some to keep myself from just collapsing on him, and some because the position my body was in was a good one for building up to another orgasm.
While Jeff sucked, stroked, squeezed, and nibbled at my breasts, he continued to thrust into me. I let him build me back up, then, breath somewhat caught, I matched his rhythm again.
This was great for a while, but this really was a good spot for me, and I started going faster and faster. As my movements became more and more frantic, he sucked harder on my breasts and growled against my already hypersensitive skin.
Sure enough, this flipped me over again. Happily we were in the garage and the limos were pretty soundproofed, too, because otherwise someone was going to come down to see how mating cats had gotten in here.
“Sweet Temptation” came on as Jeff gently sat me upright again, hands still on and massaging my breasts. “Stretch for me, baby,” he purred. I did, hands up on the inner roof of the car, back arched. Jeff’s purring increased. “God, I love it when you do that.”
Decided to see if he loved something else, and while he was thrusting, I moved like I was twirling a hula-hoop. It was a small, circular, intense movement. Felt great to me, and, based on Jeff’s gasps and stronger thrusts, it felt great to him, too.
Kept time to the song, which was a mid-tempo number. Jeff was getting more and more out of control, and I enjoyed being in a position to both cause it and see it. The song changed to “Yes U Can,” which was a faster song. I sped up accordingly.
Jeff’s hands went to my hips and he clutched at me. “Kitty . . .” he panted, “God . . . so good . . . I can’t . . .”
“Oh, yes you can,” I said in my own purr. He wasn’t the only one who was close to the edge, and I clenched around him.
He shouted and erupted in me, which triggered another climax for me. Our bodies shook in time together as we both rode the wave of pleasure and satisfaction.
Finally we both relaxed and Jeff gently pulled me back down to him and kissed me. “I love you, Kitty,” he murmured as he ended our kiss. “And you can do that move again any time you want.”
“I love you, too, Jeff. And how about right away, only this time at hyperspeed? Christopher says I should practice all the time, after all.”
“God, I love how you think.”
CHAPTER 79
MY PHONE BEEPED. I was snuggled on top of Jeff, my head pillowed on his chest, after several more rounds of fabulous sex. Much as a part of me just wanted to stay like this and pretend nothing else in the world mattered, I knew duty was calling. Or, in this case, texting.
Sat up and stretched. Jeff gave me a lazy, satisfied smile. “Well, I feel ready to face the night.”
“Mmm, me too.”
After a few more long, lingering kisses, we got our clothes buttoned back up and such, then I checked my phone. Sure enough, it was a text from Mom saying she wanted to get people pulled together to go do prisoner interrogation.
Jeff took me upstairs so he could say good night to Jamie and Dad. This was fine with me—my team was going to be leaving from here anyway.
“Who’s going over with you?” Dad asked.
“Me, Christopher, James, Chuck, Kevin, the flyboys. Apparently Angela wants them along for extra muscle. Brian’s going, too.”
“That’s a lot of people,” Dad said, making me wonder if Mom had filled him in on what we were doing or not. Remembered my father’s ability to lie was, for the most part, not much better than the A-C’s ability, and figured she hadn’t.
“Mom wants to do the old Impressive Show of Force thing, and I think Bri’s along to bring the pathos if it looks like it might work.”
“I have a simple rule,” Jeff said. “I don’t argue with my mother-in-law unless I think it’s a true life-or-death situation.”
“It’s always nice to know my daughter married a smart man.”