It was dark and hot, the old house was stuffy with all the windows closed. After driving all day, sitting in traffic for hours, they'd arrived in the dark and found the electricity was still disconnected. Jacob ranted and swore, stomping around the house like a child in a temper tantrum. Still, in the end, he had to admit defeat. The lights weren't coming on tonight.
Women were infinitely more practical. April carried her own duffel bag into the rental house and set it inside the bedroom door. Or what she assumed was the bedroom in the dim moonlight. Since she was hot and sticky, she headed next to the kitchen and felt around in the cabinets until she found a glass. After a quick inspection in moonlight (who knew what might be in it), she filled the glass with cold water and soothed her dry throat.
She turned, saw Jacob leaning on the door frame, gently lit by moonlight, his day's growth of beard a shadow along his jaw. His dark hair was hand-tousled, his expression a crooked grin. April smiled. God, he was sexy.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he sighed, shrugged a little. Her once dry mouth watered as he curled his fists in the hem of his shirt, raising it enough that she could see the waist of his jeans where they hung low on his hips. It was a familiar gesture that never failed to arouse her. She could slide her hands under the denim...
"No biggie," she answered, slowly setting down the glass and crossing the room to him. She slid her hands around his waist, under his shirt, loving the warm strength of his back. April tilted her head as he lowered his, accepting and deepening the kiss he pressed to her mouth.
The taste of him was dark and sexual, stirring her as much as the teasing of his tongue against hers. Now, she thought, I want you now. Her hands slid under the denim at the small of his back, stroking the warm skin that curved to his ass. He was so tight, so warm, she made a soft sound of need. Her hips pressed forward as she leaned into his mouth, as he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her again. She felt the hardness of him, the bulge pressed to her belly, felt him jerk as her nails dug into to his ass.
"April...," he groaned, still cupping her face, eyes searching in the darkness. She pulled back, scraping her nails around his waist as she dropped to her knees before him. "Baby..." his groan came again as she tugged the buttons open, found him naked underneath and already half-erect.
One hand tugged the denim as she slid the other underneath, sliding fingers over the hot, smooth flesh of him, stroking down to his base, cupping his balls in her palm. Jacob groaned again, wordless this time, as she gently squeezed his balls, feeling them swell in her hand. Pulling her hand back, she dragged his jeans down to his knees, exposing everything in the moonlight. She loved his body. Her hands stroked his thighs as she leaned in to press a hot kiss to his belly. She trailed her tongue along his skin, to his hip, tasting the salt of him, smelling sweat and the flowery soap in her shower. He'd rolled his eyes when she'd bought it and blushed when she told him it made his cock smoother. Her man, she thought, biting his hip gently, feeling his cock jerk against her shoulder.
He was big, red, hot...Eagerly she stroked her hands up and down his shaft, feeling him swell and harden, loving the rasp of his breath as she aroused him. She loved the feel of him, the taste of him. Sliding one hand to his balls, she stroked them while the other hand firmly pumped his penis. Once...twice...he was almost fully erect, his hands fisting at his side, his hips jerking. Her hand was filled with the live pulsing rod of him and she felt wetness on her thighs as her own needs blossomed.
"Please..." His voice was a hoarse growl that made her shiver. She looked up at him, saw the dark hunger in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched with need, and just smiled.
April wrapped her hand around his base and leaned her head to slide her tongue around his head. The taste was different here, still Jacob, but stronger, deeper, more of his essence. She hummed in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around and around, savoring. The low groan grew as she pressed an open-lipped kiss to his tip, sucking his slit lightly. Her tongue slipped out and teased his slit, sliding up and down, catching the small droplets oozing from his head.
His cock strained in her hand and she tilted her head to watch his face as she pushed her lips down over his head. Jacob groaned, his eyes locked on her, as she swallowed more of his length, slowly sliding him into her throat. When he was buried to the hilt, his head fell back and he groaned again, this time from deep in his gut, hoarse and desperate. April let him slide out as she smiled.
Down to his base. Again. And again. She ate him whole, scraping lightly with her teeth. His cock stood at full mast, thick and heavy, his body tense and rigid. April smiled to herself as held just his head in her mouth, sucking, rubbing her teeth just under the bulging tip, until his hand caught her hair. He remembered to gentle his touch and she smiled again before sucking him in again. A few more thrusts and she drew back, letting him pop free of her lips.
He started to reach for her, but she caught his bobbing cock in one hand, sliding it up, holding his cock to his quivering belly as she lowered her head more and sucked at his balls. She felt his groan throughout his body and sucked harder, his balls tightening, his cock jerking in her grip.
He was dying. Jacob couldn't believe the heat in his groin, the ache in his cock. He couldn't believe April was going down on him. Especially after he'd fucked up the vacation by not getting the power on. Oh, man, she could suck...hold it in, boy...He clenched his eyes, let his head fall back, and moaned at the feel of her mouth.
April sucked in, then popped his balls from her mouth, loving the way his breath caught each time. She stroked a thumb at the base of his shaft, pressing the throbbing vein to still his eruption as she continued to torment him. There was so much more she wanted to do...
