Tony flipped on the radio and soft oldies filled the room. It set a nice atmosphere, but did nothing to inflame her desires. He seemed to sense her mood.
“Let me light the candles.” As soon as the two candles on the dresser flared, he turned out the overhead light. “Better?”
Jennifer nodded. Looked better. She was just too tired and hungry, but Tony was determined to see this through.
Taking her in his arms, he gave her a gentle kiss. Opening her mouth beneath his soft onslaught, a warm flush went through her. Pleasant, but far from steamy. He did all the right things—stroking his hands up and down her body and giving her expert kisses. But still, desire lay as cool as ashes in the fireplace.
They had their routine down pat and she knew when it was time to move to the bed. Lying down, Jennifer watched Tony as he crawled toward her. His large cock was stiffly erect, but the drawn look on his face didn’t match his lower body’s response.
“Move up a Little,” he directed.
She readjusted her body.
Tony knelt, hands on his thighs. “Now that’s too high.”
Squashing her irritation, she moved back down an inch.
“Perfect.” He kissed her, then worked his way to her breast.
Jennifer stared up at the ceiling. Tony licked her nipple and she felt it harden, but Little else. Well, that wasn’t true—she felt irritable and exhausted. Her stomach growled loudly and Tony chuckled around her nub. Hurry up, she muttered inside, I want to eat.
After a minute of giving her breasts equal treatment, he moved up her body and eased inside. He was a tight fit. She was just a Little wet, only enough to keep it from hurting.
“Hmmm, nice.” He caressed the hair on either side of her temple. “Feels like a virgin.”
Tony liked to say this to her, and usually she took it in the right spirit. But for some reason it bothered her tonight.
“Right. Is that what you want—a virgin?” She couldn’t keep the agitation from her voice.
He drew back and gave her a wary look. “Hey, you know that’s not what I meant.”
She stared at him, wishing she were anywhere but beneath him. “Let’s just finish.”
A hurt expression flitted across his face, but then he shut his eyes and thrust into her.
Bump. Grind. Flesh smacking against flesh. Jennifer yawned and mechanically rubbed her hands on his back.
“Ouch, you need to trim those nails.” Tony paused and then returned to making love.
She held up one hand behind his back. Her nails were in bad need of a manicure. If she had a nail file, she believed she could trim the rough edges while Tony did his business.
Jennifer couldn’t hold back a giggle at that image. It was an old saying she had often thought ridiculous. But now she understood the women who said they could do their nails while making love. It was that exciting.
“Am I tickling you?” Tony asked in her ear.
“Um…no.”
He reared back and stared at her. Darn, he was waiting for an answer. “I just had a funny thought, that’s all.”
“Glad our sex is so entertaining.” The hurt look was back, quickly replaced by suppressed anger.
She sighed. “Let’s just finish—okay?”
