Page 12 of Taking Jenny (Planet Orhon #4)

“Tiger, age doesn’t define when you’re ready. You do. Shame? That’s power other people try to hold over you. You don’t have to let them. Take your power back.”

“I hear you,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I do. And I…I do want to have sex.” My face burned. “Not that you have to—gods, I didn’t mean it like—”

Jenny leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, a gentle reassurance. “I know what you meant.”

Relief swept through me and I exhaled a deep breath. “It’s just that I’ve never found someone who makes me feel the way you do. Not even close.”

She reached out and touched the tips of her fingers to my face. “Then, may I kiss you again?”

“You never need to ask my permission to do that.”

She kissed me, and this time it was slow and sweet, and I was much more aware and careful with my tongue.

She took her time, exploring my mouth with hers, coaxing mine open like a secret.

Her tongue brushed mine and I nearly lost it.

Intense heat rolled through me, coiling low and tight in my belly.

Then she trailed kisses along my jaw, down my throat.

When she found the spot where my neck met my shoulder and sank her teeth in gently, I groaned.

My cock ached so badly I could barely think.

My breath came faster, harder. I didn’t even realize I’d pulled her onto my lap until I felt the warm weight of her straddling me, legs on either side of mine.

Her dress rode up her thighs, stopping just below her ass. The heat of her body pressed down against the firm ache in my trousers, and when she rocked her hips forward—gods help me—I nearly lost control.

She kissed me hard, her hands gripping the back of my neck, her chest flush with mine. Her breath hitched as she ground down again, and her moan sent a shudder through me.

“Is this okay?” she whispered, her lips brushing mine.

“Yes,” I breathed, voice rough, wrecked.

“Do you want more?”

“I want whatever you want to give me.”

“Tell me what you want, Tiger.”

“You. I want you , Jenny.”

She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “I’m not untouched. So I know where this can lead. I just want to make sure you do. I don’t want you to ever regret this.”

“Being untouched doesn’t mean anything sacred to me,” I said, brushing the backs of my fingers along her cheek. “But you do.”

She stared at me for a long moment, then whispered, “Are you sure?”

I nodded, the answer not just in my words, but in the way I grabbed her ass and flipped us, rolling her beneath me onto the bed. She laughed, a sound that turned to a moan as I ground myself against her heat, kissing her like I couldn’t get enough.

“You feel sure,” she purred playfully, eyes half-lidded as she arched beneath me.

“You feel like fire,” I rasped, kissing her throat, her collarbone, the upper swells of her breasts. I cupped one gently, reverently, my thumb brushing her hardened nipple through the dress. Her back arched into my touch, a gasp tumbling from her lips.

“I want to touch all of you.” She was so small and soft compared to me, and I wanted to see more. “But I don’t want to tear anything.”

She smiled wickedly and pushed me back. “Don’t move.”

With a flick of her hands, she slid the straps down her arms, shimmied out of her dress, and tossed it aside. Her bra and panties followed in quick succession—soft fabric matching the tone of her skin. Then, she lay before me, gloriously bare.

“Now you,” she said, staring up at me with lust-filled eyes.

I hesitated, heart hammering, but I nodded. I slid out of my trousers and prayed to every star above that she wouldn’t laugh.

Instead, her breath caught when my painfully erect cock sprang free. “Oh. Oh my.”

I looked down at myself. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” she said, voice husky. “Your body is just…very proportionate. Everywhere .”

I frowned. “I’m not sure how you mean.”

Jenny leaned up on her elbows, a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “It means you’re bigger than any man I’ve ever been with. We’re going to need to go slow and be careful because you are packing a lot of inches.”

I nodded. “Whatever you need.”

She laid back on the bed, bare and breathtaking, beckoning me with a crooked finger and a sultry smile that made my heart punch against my ribs. “Come here, Tiger.”

I crawled toward her, awe rendering me almost shy. But when I touched her ankle and pressed a kiss to the delicate skin there, a new kind of confidence bloomed inside me. Her soft gasp fed it.

I kissed up her leg and used my tongue to savor the taste of her skin. “Traditionally, when a Ladrian couple joins kisses aren’t exchanged.”

“Oh?” she asked, breathless.

“Bites are,” I murmured, and I nipped her inner thigh gently.

She gasped again, louder. My name on her lips turned to a moan as I grazed my teeth along the sensitive inside of her thigh, just enough to make her whimper and squirm. Her fingers tangled in my hair, not to guide, just to anchor herself to the moment. To me.

Her sounds grew louder as I kissed higher, making me drunk with lust as I catalogued every twitch of her hips, every tremble in her breath. She tasted like heat and salt and something uniquely her, and I couldn’t get enough.

When I reached her glistening pussy, I skipped over that spot, kissing down the opposite thigh instead.

“Tease,” she hissed.

I fought a grin. I was learning fast how much fun it was to make her tremble. I licked my way back up her leg, slower this time, more deliberate. Drawing it out. I worshipped her with every breath, up along her stomach, across her breasts, to that sensitive spot at the curve of her neck.

“I want to taste you,” I said against her skin near her ear. “May I?”

“Yes, please,” she breathed.

Still, I hesitated, feeling a little playful myself. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret—”

“Oh my god, Tiger,” she said, her voice infused with impatience. “Yes, whatever you want, yes!”

I grinned down at her. “See how frustrating it is when the other person keeps asking permission?”

She laughed and smacked my chest. “You teasing bastard.”

I kissed her again before she could say anything else—hot and hungry and full of every filthy thing I wanted to do to her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and rubbed her slick, wet center against the head of my cock. It was bliss. It was madness. It was almost enough to break me.

I groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips again. Gods, the feel of her—silky, wet, hot against me. But as tempted as I was, I wasn’t ready to slide inside of her. Not yet. I needed to taste her first. I had to.

I trailed kisses back down her body, and her moans turned deeper, throatier, her hands tugging at my hair, my shoulders, needing me everywhere at once. By the time I knelt between her thighs, I was shaking with desire. But I didn’t rush.

She was a vision—open, dripping, her scent wrapping around me like a spell. I parted her with my fingers and bent low, pressing my tongue to her with reverence and greed. The first taste of her was better than anything I’d ever imagined.

She whimpered above me, hips twitching. I licked up, then down, then circled the tight little bud at the top of her slit, and when she cried out, I knew I’d found a particularly sensitive spot.

I focused my efforts there, teasing it with the flat of my tongue, then suckled that bead of flesh until she was panting, whimpering, chanting my name like a curse and a prayer.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she gasped, hips bucking.

My control dwindled down to nothing. My cock throbbed and leaked and I couldn’t wait anymore. I surged up her body and kissed her, frantic and starved. My voice was ragged, almost unrecognizable when I said, “I need to be inside you.”

“Then do it,” she urged, her hands gripping my waist as she spread her legs wider to accommodate me. “Tiger, now.”

I lined myself up and rubbed the head of my cock along her soaked entrance, savoring the feel of her before I pushed my way inside.

She rocked her hips, trying to take me in, and gods, she was tight.

My heart pounded. My body trembled with restraint so I didn’t hurt her.

Finally, the head of my cock breached her—and we gasped together, stunned by the sheer intensity of it.

I couldn’t see straight. I couldn’t breathe.

Time blurred as I made my first thrust into her, trying and failing to hold back.

But Jenny moved with me, not letting me in too deep.

She grabbed my shoulders, angling herself just right beneath me so I could only get halfway inside her, which was all she seemed able to take.

I pulled back, but not out, panting as I looked down at her face, hoping I wasn’t hurting her. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, don’t stop!”

I rolled my hips against her, pumping myself in and out of her tiny, and tight, body.

Ecstasy surged through me and I knew I was close.

I wasn’t going to last and I wanted her to come first. I reached beneath her, clutched her ass, and rolled us over onto my back with her on top of me, straddling my hips.

Streaks of her blue hair teased her breasts, and she laughed, breathless and beautiful. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Is this okay?” I asked, my tone gruff.

“Mmm,” she purred, stroking her hands down along my chest, remaining half seated on my thick cock. “I love when you take control like that.”

“You like it when I move you?” I growled possessively. “When I put you exactly where I want you?”

She nodded. “Oh, yes.”

I gripped her ass again and began guiding her, lifting and lowering her onto my cock, using my strength to rock her against me, but not too deeply. Her pussy clenched harder around my shaft, wetter, like it was trying to keep me inside her forever.

“You’re gonna make me come, Tiger,” she whimpered, laying against my chest, her mouth at the curve of my throat. Then she bit my pec—sharp and possessive and wild.

That sent me spiraling. Her body milked mine, squeezing, pulsing. She sat back up and writhed above me, riding her orgasm, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I growled her name and came so hard I saw stars.

It was like fire and lightning and gravity all at once. When it was over, I held her to me, still rocking slowly, gently, as aftershocks rippled through both of us.

“Jenny,” I whispered against her hair, voice raw. “I don’t ever want to forget this.”

She kissed my chest and smiled against my skin. “You won’t.”