Baumgartner generations: Janie

“Hey, Janie,” he said softly.

“Hm?”

“I think I can see your house from here.”

I laughed. “But can you see Russia?”

“No.” He smiled, tilting my chin up and looking into my eyes. “But I can see heaven.”

“If I used that line in a story, my editor would redline it in a heartbeat.” I grinned.

“Too cliche.”

“What isn’t?” Josh kissed my eyes closed, both of them. “It’s all been done before. We’re just doing it all again for the first time, together.”

“I like that,” I murmured as he proffered kisses over my neck. “I’m going to steal it.”

“I’m going to steal you. ” His breath was hot against my breasts as he nuzzled them. “I’m going to lock you up and keep you forever and ever.”

“How very caveman of you.”

“Grog like girl,” he grunted, sinking to his knees and hugging me close, kissing my belly. “Grog want girl.”

I laughed as he squeezed the swell of my ass in his hands.

“What are you doing down there?” I smiled, running my hand through his dark curls.

“Proposing?” He grinned up at me and I think my heart stopped completely. He saw the look on my face and stood, taking me in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.” I gulped, looking up at him.

“Come on.” He smiled softly, pulling me toward the French doors that opened onto the patio. “Don’t make me drag you by your hair.” Inside, the view was almost as spectacular as outside. The poster bed was high and wide and white, and Josh, apparently the quintessential romantic, had ordered rose petals, red of course, strewn all over the white coverlet. But there was something else-

lilacs, bunches of them in vases all over the room, probably a whole bush’s worth. It was that time of year, they were in full bloom all over the place, but how-?

“How did you know they were my favorite flower?” I bent over to breathe in the scent from the vase sitting on the night table.

“Lucky guess?” He hopped onto the bed, leaning back, his hands behind his head. He was grinning.

“Feh!” I rolled my eyes. “Who did you ask? Ronnie?”

“I’m not telling.”

“You better tell.” I frowned. “I can make you tell.”

“How?”

“I have my ways.”

I stood above him on the bed, my feet straddling his chest, and slowly inched my dress up my thighs. He watched, eyes bright, as the hem of my skirt cleared the top of my cleft. I knew I was swollen and wet, my clit peeking out of my slit, looking for attention, and I gave it to her as he watched, rubbing myself with one finger, back and forth at first, then in fast little circles.

“That’s fucking hot.” His eyes were dark and glued between my legs.

I ignored him, pulling my dress up further, wiggling out of it and tossing it onto the floor next to the bed. Then I unhooked my bra, leaning over him, balancing with one hand against the headboard, to dangle it in his face. He snatched it from me and pressed it to his nose, breathing in my scent. I let him fondle my breasts like that, moaning when he wet his fingers in his mouth and slathered them over my nipples.

“Come here.” He caught my hips and pulled me to my knees. I stayed that way, still rubbing myself, feeling his hands moving over my body, everywhere at once. He was still fully clothed, except for his tie, and I reached for him with sticky fingers, unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. He let me, smiling as I spread it wide and ran my palms over his chest and belly. The hair on his chest was dark and I let it curl around my fingers, tracing down the center of his belly, following the line of hair from his navel to his belt buckle.

“Didn’t I undo this once already?” I complained, unbuckling him again. When I unzipped him and tugged down both his trousers and his boxers, his cock sprang free and I admired it, tracing the ridge around the head lovingly with my fingernail, seeing him shiver. I leaned in to kiss and lick the tip of his cock, hearing him sigh and feeling him shift his hips to press himself deeper into my mouth. I sucked him in as far as I could, gagging a little, and his eyes widened as my nose touched his pubic hair.

“Damn, girl,” he groaned, his hands in my hair, pulling me back up. “Come here.” I slid up to kiss him, trapping his cock between us and it pulsed against my belly as he ran his hands down over my back, my ass, clasping me hard against him. He tasted like alcohol and caviar and I sucked at his tongue as his hands rocked my hips, kneading his cock between us.

“Josh,” I gasped, begging with my eyes. “Please.”

“In the drawer.” He nodded at the night table. “Condoms.”

“It’s okay.” I shook my head, reaching down to grasp him, making his breath catch. “I’m on the pill.”

“If I had a dollar for every time a woman said that…”

“Trust me.” I stroked him slowly in my hand as I sat up, straddling him. “I need you. Inside me. Please.”

He hugged my hips in both hands, his thumbs on either side of my navel, watching as I rubbed him against the top of my cleft, teasing my clit. It was already swollen, so very sensitive, but I needed more of him-all of him.