Author's note: This will be nine chapters of cunnilingus inspired by article called 9 Reasons Guys Love Giving You Oral. Literally, this will be nine chapters of Gibbs going down on Jenny. There will be no plot. Only porn. PWP, as it were.
Title is courtesy of the ever lovely Alexa, aka madame alexandra. I thank you.
I own nothing but an overly active imagination.
Enjoy!
Reason One: It extends the pleasure.
Even with his superb stamina – and her inability to pace herself – he knew the actual penetration could only last for so long, and that was never enough. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, wanted to enjoy her body longer. So he liked to start slow.
"Jen," – he murmured, throwing aside the covers and leaning against the headboard, his legs spread. "Come here."
She looked up at him from her side of the bed and then moved slowly on all fours. When she was within his reach, he pulled her between his legs, her back to his chest.
"Hey," – he whispered, his nose already buried in her hair, his left hand lifting his green T-shirt she was wearing and running over her abdomen.
"Hi," – she smiled, her head falling back on his shoulder as his other hand moved to her thighs, pushing them apart.
"We gonna have sex now?" – She asked, smiling against his neck and then gasping when his fingers ran over her underwear.
"Uh-huh," – he murmured, turning his head to kiss her.
They kissed slowly, his fingers running alternately between her panties and her thighs. His other hand moved from under her shirt to grasp her chin and turn it more towards him. When his fingers finally got under her panties, she gasped into the kiss and gripped both of his arms, then relaxed.
He pulled back infinitesimally; he loved the look on her face when he just started touching her – how she struggled between keeping her eyes open and closing them, how she bit her lower lip and breathed hard through her nose, how her cheeks got flushed from one second to the next.
He slipped first one, then two fingers inside her, his other hand moving to her hips and adjusting them to give him easier access. She was taking deep breaths through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, and he knew she was trying to pace herself. One of her hands was holding his neck, nails prickling his skin; the other was gripping his right hand, simultaneously trying to stop him and urge him on.
He pressed his left hand to her abdomen to stop her from moving too much and pushed another finger into her, working them slowly in and out as his thumb gently massaged her clit. He moved the fingers inside of her in the come-hither motion as he pressed his left hand a little harder against her and she made a strangled moan in her throat before biting his neck.
"Jethro,"- she panted, trying her hardest to move her lower body against his assault. "Stop."
"Oh, no,"- he laughed breathily, already turned on beyond belief by her reaction. "I'm just getting started."
He removed his fingers as gently as possible and pushed her away from him while turning her around so she ended up splayed on her back in front of him. He moaned appreciatively as he watched her run her fingers through her tangled hair, her other hand already pulling him on top of her.
They kissed long and slow, before he moved down her body, pulling her underwear with him, kissing his way back up her legs and finally resting his forehead on her pubic bone, breathing her in for a moment or three.
"Jethro," – she growled and he smiled, kissed the place his forehead rested only moments ago, then pushed her thighs apart and got down to business.
Her hand was in his hair the moment his lips touched her and she moaned loudly. He parted his lips and breathed through his mouth a couple of times before his tongue darted out to taste her.
He had done this countless times before, but he was absolutely sure he would never get tired of that very moment when he first tasted her on his tongue and heard her sharp intake of breath.
She shifted her hips and he moved his left hand from her thigh to the small of her back, adjusting her against his mouth, while his right hand moved up her thigh, pushing it to the side and opening her up that much more.
She cried out when his tongue pressed firmly against her and the hand in his hair tightened and then pulled.
He switched between pushing his tongue inside of her, running it over her in figure eight motion and simply breathing against her, and he could tell she was about to snap: she was somewhere between moaning and whimpering, and her hand – the one not in his hair – was pulling on the wrinkled sheets beneath her.
He pulled back a little and blew gently for a few seconds, before moving up and kissing her lips hard. She grabbed his face and moaned into the kiss while trying to use her legs to push his boxers down. He helped her, and when they were down to his ankles, he pulled her shirt over her head, tangling it around her wrists. He held it here firmly with his left hand, while using the right one to push into her welcoming heat.
She struggled against the hold on her wrists, moaning into his mouth incessantly. He settled inside of her and bit back a groan, his right hand moving to her hips, holding them still while she adjusted to him and he to the heat and wetness surrounding him.
He started up slowly, finding the rhythm and then speeding it up. They were both precariously close to the edge now, but that didn't matter much because he got his fill of her body, her taster, the smell of her, the sounds she made, and that was good enough for him.
For now.
- THE END -