The Tease

Jenna grinned devilishly. She knew that Patrick was watching her from beyond the etched glass doors separating the master bedroom and bathroom. She swayed her hips gently to the music, sliding her jeans over her hips slowly. Her shirt soon followed, and she carefully took her time in folding the clothing, laying them on the counter beside the sink. Slipping out of her panties and bra, she slipped on the oversized white shirt Patrick had been kind enough to borrow her.

Patrick had taken her to his house after they had gotten caught in a thunderstorm as they were both jogging through the park, and although he didn't know the young blonde all that well, he knew his place was closer then hers and that she had to get out of her wet clothes. So together they had jogged to small but elegant home, and he had lent her some clothing, planning on bringing her to her apartment as soon as her clothing had dried. But now, as he watched her changing clothes, he realized that he didn't want to take her to her own home. Secretly he wondered if she would believe him if he told her his dryer had broke down.

With a small sway of her hips, Jenna slowly walked out of the bathroom, her hair hanging in wet tendrils down her shoulders and back. Getting closer then was necessary, she handed her clothes to Patrick. As she leaned over slightly, he realized that she had left a few top buttons undone and his breath caught in his throat as he got a glimpse of her cleavage. Rising quickly from the bed he headed towards the door, needing to get a little space between him and the petite blonde.

"I'll just get these into the dryer" he mumbled, leaving the room quickly. Jenna smiled secretly. She had wanted this man since the first time she had seen him in the park, and had made sure to time her outings to when she knew he would be there. Normally she drove to the park, but this time she had chosen to jog there, her car having been broke down the last couple days. But, she couldn't have planned it better, had she known the storm would hit. Grinning, she left the bedroom and strolled into the living room, settling herself onto the large soft couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Tugging at the hem of the shirt, she made sure most of her upper thighs were covered by the thin white material.

Patrick came into the room, having put her clothes into the dryer, trying not to spend too much time staring at the small lace bra and panties. His blood surged south quickly as he saw her curled up on his couch, her slender legs hidden beneath her, her arm resting on the arm of the sofa, her cheek resting in her hand. His eyes glanced at the ivory skin until it disappeared beneath his shirt. "This is going to be one hell of a long night" he muttered under his breath.

Jenna looked up at the sound of him entering the room and smiled sweetly at him.

"Thank you so much for helping me," She stated softly, her eyes never leaving his, her gaze just as filled with desire as his were.

"No problem," He forced a smile, brushing off her gratitude as he seated himself in the recliner at the other end of the room. He picked up the remote control, turning the television on, trying desperately to concentrate on something other then the small sexy woman.

"I'm a bit thirsty," She stated hesitantly, "Mind if I get myself something to drink?" Patrick silently cursed himself for not being a good host and was about to rise from the chair. She stood up and walked closer to him, heading towards the kitchen.

"No need to get up," she said smiling, "I can get it." Patrick hesitated, then felt her fingers on his chest, lightly pushing him back down to the chair. "You've done more then enough," She assured and turned to the kitchen, leaving Patrick to stare at the lovely sway in her walk. She emerged a few moments later, carrying a glass of ice water, and glanced at Patrick with a small grin on her face. "Do you need anything?"

"Uh, I'm ok" Patrick lied, forcing what he wanted to say away from his voice.

"Ok," She shrugged and headed back towards the couch. Setting her glass on the small stand, she leaned over to rearrange the pillows. The shirt she wore slipped up, exposing more thigh. Patrick couldn't take anymore, god help him, he needed this little minx. His body went rigid and he dropped the remote on the floor, not daring to stand up, or move to retrieve it.

"My god Jenna," was all he could seem to utter, and Jenna quickly straightened, turning towards him. She noticed the tension on his face, his body strained, his eyes clouded over with passion and need. She stepped closer to him again, bending over to pick up the remote, taking her time as she felt his eyes traveling up her legs, stopping at her rear which she knew was just barely exposed by her bending. Suddenly she felt his hands on her wrists as he grabbed her and pulled her closer to him, bringing her down over his lap, his need pressing against her side as she hung over him.

Patrick slid his hand down the back of his shirt, feeling her tremble against him. Jenna didn't fight him, instead glanced up at him in hot desire, her lower lip quivering as his hand moved across her rear, slowly pulling the shirt up, exposing her flesh to him. His hand smoothed over her ass, then left, no longer touching her. Jenna whimpered slightly, wanting to feel him again, when suddenly his hand came down, connecting with her bare skin, causing her to jump slightly and rock against him. Again he brought his hand down, and again, watching as her flesh turned pink from the spanking. She flexed her legs, her muscles twitching in her thighs as she whimpered and rocked faster against him. Her desire grew, and she could feel the heat between her thighs grow.

Finally the slaps stopped and he laid his hand against her hot flush skin, caressing softly. She looked up at him again, whimpering a small plea. He smiled softly into her eyes, his hand dipping between her legs, a groan escaping his lips as his touch connected with her wet heat. Slowly he traced the delicate folds, his finger slipping into her need as she moaned softly. Gently he slid another finger inside her, then another, his fingers curling and straightening inside her, then he thrust them deep, raising his hips up against her side, letting her feel just how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Her eyes closed tightly as he pulled his fingers almost out of her, then thrust again, deeper, harder. His movements quickened, driving into her hard and fast, his own need grinding against her desperately.

Jenna bucked against him, crying out as the pressure inside her burst, her hot satisfaction flowing around his fingers as he slowed him thrusting, his other hand smoothing over her soft hair as she trembled and rocked to his touch. He slid his fingers from inside her, moving them up to the sweet nub, caressing softly but quickly in tight circles, groaning deep as he felt her pleasure rise again.

"Please," She begged, gazing up at him, squirming against his touch, "Please Patrick, I need you inside me."

Patrick groaned again, grabbing her roughly, pulling her up from his lap. She helped him free himself from his running pants as she straddled him, her fingers wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock. She rubbed the tip of his need over her wetness, smiling at him as she bit her bottom lip, trying to control the need inside her long enough to tease him just a bit. She slipped the tip of him just barely inside her, then pulled him out, again rubbing his cock over her hot desire.

A low growl came from within Patrick and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from him, his other hand clutching her hip tight as he thrust himself hard and deep into her, holding himself there for a moment, burying his head against her neck. Slowly he began to move inside her, thrusting gently as he tried to control his hunger. Her fingers raked against his chest and she caught his ear lobe between her lips, sucking softly. His control snapped and he took hold of both of her hips, bring her down on him hard and fast, then lifting her slightly, then thrusting deep yet again.

Taking her deeper and faster, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down to him again and again, she kissed him hard, moaning against his lips, her body tightening around him, her muscles gripping him as he throbbed and moved inside her. Pulling away from his lips suddenly she cried out again, her fingers pressing into the muscles of his shoulders, her nails digging into him. He buried his face against her neck again, groaning deep, harshly whispering her name as he thrust himself deep again and held himself there, his release hard and fast.

Several moments later, both of them trembling and fighting for air, his arms wrapped around her and held her tight against him, his lips softly kissing her head.