Thankfully, Jewel’s hand isn’t so bad that she can’t drive a car. I ask Jenna for her keys, then tell Jewel where she lives and ask her to take Noah home and put him to bed.

Then I grab a beer from Jenna and wait for her to finish working so I can take her to my place.

Angel’s hanging out at a table with Rock and a couple of the other men, so when it’s almost time for Jenna to leave, I walk out first so he won’t see us together. I’m sitting on the bike waiting when she comes out. She looks behind her at the front door as it closes behind her, like she’s a spy or something afraid of being followed. I almost tease her about it, but frankly, my mind is on other things, and those things involve peeling off those shorts and plunging my tongue between her thighs. So I’m not in much of a joking mood.

Jenna doesn’t seem to feel much like talking, either. Wordlessly, she gets on the bike behind me, not even asking where we’re going. I don’t have a helmet for her, so she quickly ties her hair in a ponytail and then wraps her arms around my torso. I feel her shiver ever so slightly. Blood flows to my dick in anticipation. I’m not sure how many times I’ve thought about my night with Jenna over the years, but it’s been a lot. More than any other woman I’ve been with, for sure. The truth is, Jenna Abbott has always felt like unfinished business.

I told Jenna it would be three minutes after we left the bar that I’d be taking her. I’m not far off. I’m in my driveway with the engine off in five, and in six I’ve got her pushed up against my living room wall, shorts and panties at her ankles. Her breathing is coming in gasps, her legs trembling as I reach down and slide a finger inside her. She’s soaking wet, so ready for me it’s all I can do to not just bend her over the couch and fuck her right this second.

But I have other ideas. It’s been almost five years since that night I spent with Jenna, and I’m not about to rush through this.

I slide my finger, slick with her juices, out of her and graze it softly across her puffy lower lips and already-hardening clit. She gasps and freezes, her head arching back. She’s completely and utterly under my control, already. Her skin is on fire, so much so that my every touch speeds up and shallows her breathing. I bend down and close my mouth over hers, devouring her lips, and she moans into my mouth and kisses me back hungrily.

God fucking damn, she’s hot.

I know I can make her come just like this, with my fingers, but that’s not what I want. I continue to kiss her, stroking her clit again and chuckling deep in my throat as she tenses again and arches against my hand. With my other arm, I reach back and under and undo the clasp of her bra. Breaking away from her mouth, I pull the shirt over her head and fling the bra away, then take a step back to look at her. Jenna opens her eyes. Her blue eyes are dark, the pupils impossibly big. Her lips part, her heavy breathing making her breasts rise and fall rapidly.

Her fucking gorgeous breasts. They’re just as lush and full as I remember them. More so. Her nipples are a little darker pink, a little larger than I remember them. There’s a long, gold chain hanging down between them, with a ring on it, and a flash of recognition hits me: this is Jenna’s mom’s ring. She used to wear it back in the day, as well. I feel a pang of tenderness, remembering this. I gently take the necklace off over her head, laying it on a small table by the door so it doesn’t break. Then I bend down and cup one luscious mound, flicking my tongue lightly over the taut bud.

Jenna throws back her head and lets out a loud moan. One hand comes up and fists in my hair, and she arches her breasts toward me, silently begging for more. My cock is harder than I ever remember it being. I continue to tease her, my hand going to the other nipple to graze it with my thumb. Jenna’s moans and cries are getting more desperate, and soon I’m sweeping her up in my arms and carrying her naked body through the hall to my bedroom.

Laying her down on the mattress, I throw off my cut, yank my T-shirt over my head and kick my jeans across the room. I allow myself one more glorious moment of staring at her fucking perfect body, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. My hand goes to my thick cock to stroke it once, twice, but then I have to stop because I’m gonna lose control of myself if I don’t.

Instead, I kneel down on the bed and push her knees apart. The beautiful sight of Jenna’s pussy greets me, glistening and wet between her quivering thighs. Her breath hitches in her throat, her hips arching toward me. She knows what I’m about to do, and she wants it so bad she can hardly stand it. Even so, I take my time, slowly letting my breathing tease her inner thighs until she’s whimpering in frustration. Then, finally, I push my tongue inside her, then lap slowly upwards until I’ve caressed her entire sex with my tongue.

Jenna shudders, and whispers something that might be a word. I could make her come in seconds, but I know I have to make it last for her. I lick and stroke at her folds, avoiding the most sensitive part, helping her climb higher and higher. She clutches at the sheets, her legs fall wider, her thighs tensing. I can feel from the motion of the mattress that her head is thrashing back and forth. The jewel of her clit is hard and pulsing, and finally, finally, when I know she can’t take any more, I slide my lips over it and suck it gently into my mouth, worshiping it with my tongue as she cries out sharply and arches off the bed. Jenna shakes and bucks, and I hold her hips there and draw out her orgasm, licking her as she peaks again and again.

Finally, when she starts to quiet, I push myself up and grab my wallet from my jeans. I roll a condom onto my throbbing cock, then slide my head against the slick opening of her channel. My eyes roll shut. Holy fuck, that’s good. I suppress a groan, knowing I’m not going to be able to slow myself down much. I need her now. I’ve waited long enough.

I push myself inside her, my jaw clenching against the pleasure. Jenna parts her lips and I hear her whisper. This time I can make it out: “Yes.” I pull out, then press in again, deeper, until I’m completely inside. Slowly, as slowly as I can stand it, I start to move, thrusting exquisitely and trying to make it last as long as I can. Jenna moves with me, arching her hips to meet me, and soon my cock starts to swell, my balls heavy with seed. Then Jenna cries out again, shuddering, and it sends me over the edge. I empty myself deep inside her with a shout, the orgasm so intense I lose my breath for a second. I’ve told myself over the years that I’d exaggerated the memory of how good sex was with Jenna but I know now that I was wrong, it’s never been like this with any other woman. Spasm after spasm rocks me, and when it’s over I’m bracing myself on her thighs, almost dizzy from the force of it.

Jesus fuck.

That’s when I make the decision: Jenna is staying here tonight. And I’m not letting her out of my sight until we do that again. And again.