Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series (17 page)

He was ready and waiting when John arrived
in his lovely new yard. His Uncle took his time looking around and listening to
his plans, impressed with his nephew’s vision. Paul’s enthusiasm was contagious
and John was smiling broadly by the time they got into the car. They stopped
off at Jokers so he could collect even more paperwork before heading home where
Paul held court with the conversation while John cooked them something to eat.

 Lying diagonally across his bed with his
paperwork in front of him and his feet being kept warm by his pillows, Paul
laboriously filled out the job cards required for the next week. His hand was
aching and the pen was irritating his stitches. He didn’t quite have the grip
required to hold the pen properly and had tried writing with his left hand to
no avail. Gritting his teeth, he turned to the next page, settled the pen in
his hand and, with dogged determination, continued.

He was almost relieved when John opened his
bedroom door as he was on the verge of asking for help.

“You have a visitor.” John said through
his face splitting smile. He stepped aside and ushered the person over the
threshold.

This visit was out of the blue, totally
unexpected but more than welcome. Forgetting his paperwork and the pain in his
hand, Paul pushed himself back onto his haunches before scrambling off the side
of the bed. “Hello Suzie.” He didn’t even notice that John had backed out of
the room, closing the door behind him. “This is a surprise.”

“Matt told me what happened and said that
you were ok but I wanted to see for myself.”

He smiled and sat back down on the edge of
the bed, “I’m fine.” He held his hand up and painstakingly wriggled his fingers
but was unable to hold back the wince, “Well, mostly I’m fine.” He shrugged. He
hadn’t seen her for months, not since he’d walked away from her at Victoria
train station and she looked amazing.

She’d obviously come straight from work
given the way she was dressed.  He loved her crisp white blouse coupled with a
deep purple skirt and, as always, insanely high heeled shoes on her delicate
feet.

“How’d you know where I was?”

“Matt.” She stated. Reaching up, she
dragged the band from her hair, freeing it from the tight pony tail it had been
in all day. Sighing as her hair tumbled over her shoulders, she briefly
massaged her scalp while perusing the paperwork spread over the foot of the
bed. “Sorry, I came here on the way home from work; my head hurts after having
my hair up all day. What’s all this?” She perched on the opposite side of the
bed to him and began shuffling papers.

He began to tidy the papers away, “Just
paperwork. I’m not allowed to actually work. Doctors orders. I have to wait for
my hand to heal.”

“Am I disturbing you?”

He smiled and looked over at her, “No,
seeing you is always a very pleasant distraction.”

Ignoring his obvious attempt at flirting,
she looked back at the papers. “Have you finished this?”

“Far from it.” He shook his head. “At the
very least I have to get the job cards done.”

“Writing must be difficult.”

“Yeah, but I’ll get there.”

“I can help. You tell me what to write and
where and between us we can get it done.” She detested doing paperwork but
things between them were somewhat stilted and she wanted an excuse to stay.
She’d missed seeing him around the Jensen home over the past few months and had
the distinct feeling that he was avoiding her.

Pleased that she was finding a reason to
spend some time with him, he handed her the pen, picked up his diary and
pointed to the appropriate paperwork. They worked diligently, separated only by
the paper between them and only interrupted their concentration for drinks and
bathroom breaks.

Suzanne sighed, “We. Are. Done.” She said
triumphantly, making her point with the final full stop.

“Thank you Suzie, I couldn’t have done it
so quick without you.” He leant across the bed, taking a chance and fully
intending to just kiss her cheek. When she didn’t pull away or make any effort
to stop him, he changed his mind and pressed his lips to her mouth instead,
sweeping his tongue across her bottom lip as he pulled away.

Oh how she wished he hadn’t done that. Her
own tongue darted out, licking away the moisture left by him, her eyes locked
on his. He hadn’t pulled away, he’d stayed close, kissing distance away and
right now she wanted nothing more. Reaching out, she pushed a hand into his
hair and mashed her mouth to his while pushing all that carefully completed
paperwork onto the floor.

She quite literally had her arm wrapped
around his head as she kissed him with more enthusiasm than he had hoped was
possible. Her free hand snaked up his chest and over his shoulder, fisting in
his t-shirt.

“I’ve missed you.” She breathed against
his lips as they surfaced for air.

“Missed you too.” He agreed taking her
mouth again.

At the tug on his shirt still wrapped in
her hand, he broke the kiss and scooted backwards, ducking his head and raising
his arms, by the timed he’d gained his feet, his shirt was off and on the floor
on top of the papers.

And there it was, acres of smooth golden
flesh coming closer as he crawled across the bed towards her, kissing her again
as he fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Frustrated with the lack of
dexterity of his injured hand, he gave up on the buttons and set his mouth to
her neck.

“Help me out here Suzie, I can’t get the
buttons undone.”

Looking up at him through her lashes, she
smiled seductively and slowly began to prise the buttons open, her smile
widening as he scooted off the bed and wrangled with his belt before beginning
the struggle with his own button.

“Let me.” She slid forward, her blouse
dragging behind her from the waistband of her skirt. She popped the button open
on his jeans and followed it with the fly. She slid her hands into the top of
his boxer shorts and over the taught cheeks of his rump before sliding them
down his beautifully muscled thighs, leaving them pooled at his feet as she
moved closer and enveloped him in her mouth.

Letting his hands rest by his side, he
looked down as his flesh disappeared into her mouth. She knew how to work him,
she knew just what got him going, his most sensitive spots and what would push
him over the edge. No other woman made him tremble this way and he suspected
that would be a lifelong thing.

Cupping a hand under her chin, he guided
her to her feet as he shuffled his own out of his jeans. With their mouths
melding, he pulled her to him, his bare chest pressed into her lace clad one,
his hand spanning her back, deepening the kiss while she unzipped her skirt and
let it fall to the floor.

With her arms around his neck, bodies
pressed close together, she took a minute step back, knowing that was all the
encouragement he needed. He took up the momentum and pushed her back onto the
bed, hands and mouth exploring as they went down.

His teeth grazed her nipple through the
white lace as his fingers pressed against her sex through the matching
knickers. He allowed himself a secret smile as she arched into him, her hands
fisting in his hair as she guided his mouth from one overly sensitive nipple to
the other and then pushing him down, slapping at his shoulders as he resisted
and began to chuckle against her belly.

“What?” He asked shooting her his deadly
smile as he dipped his tongue into her navel.

“Paul please.” She pleaded.

“Please? Please what?” He teased. He sat
back, laughing again at her frustrated sigh. Ignoring her glare, he surveyed
the bounty in front of him. She was flushed from the heat of their bodies, her
lips moist and swollen from their kisses. Her beautiful, award winning breasts
were perfectly framed by the crumpled white lace that he had prised away from
them and he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of them supported only by the
underwire. “What should I do Suzie? What do you want? Shall I kiss you some more
or just tease you, tell me what you want.”

“What do you want?” She countered.

“Me? I want to be buried inside you so
deep you can feel me in the back of your throat.” He stated. Moving forward,
resting on his elbows and encasing her body between him and the mattress, he
planted feather light kisses on her lips and eyes, following the line of her
jaw to her neck, “But I’m guessing from the way you keep trying to push me
Southwards that you want some of the good stuff huh?” He chuckled, his face
pressed between her breasts, “Shall I tease you or shall I mount an all-out
assault?” He wasn’t asking her anymore, he was simply musing, biding time.

Kissing, licking and biting his way down
her body, making sure to sensitise every inch of her tantalising exposed skin,
he slowly but surely came face to face with white lace knickers and the heady
aroma of her arousal. He took his time in peeling away the delicate material
despite her hands trying in vain to assist him. In reality, he was simply
trying to give himself enough time to gain a little self-control. He lost his
prowess and the ability to take the upper hand when he was with her, she
reduced him to the virginal first timer he’d been what seemed like a lifetime
ago now.

He slipped one of her legs over his shoulder
and wrapped his hand around the other thigh, opening her and revelling in the
plump wetness before him. He desperately wanted to tease her and give her a
slow burn to orgasm but he’d been without her for so long that this time would
be a sprint finish. He would persuade her to stay and push them both to their
limits overnight.

Suzanne cried out and pushed her mound
further into his mouth as he clamped down on her. This was just what she needed
and she was already so very close but then again, it never did take much to
make her come with him, he was her master in every sense of the word. He pushed
her boundaries, explored her thoroughly and knew how to make her body dance to
his tune. She hated the woman who taught him how to do those incredible things
he did with his tongue, all the while maintaining suction making her clit swell
and her juices pour from her.

She clamped her hands into his hair and
her thighs around his head as with one final flick of his tongue accompanied by
vigorous sucking, he pushed her from climbing up that hill to careening out of
control over the other side. She was still in a heady state of euphoria when
she felt him line his cock up to her pulsing lips and ease forward.

His eyes never left hers for a second as
he pushed inside her. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she had been celibate
for a while as the last of her orgasm played out around his cock. It was a
massive ego boost to know that her boyfriend simply didn’t stretch her like he
did. With that thought in mind, he thrust forward, taking her breath away,
quickening his pace further when her legs wrapped around him.

Suzanne could barely breathe, it would
seem she had forgotten how he opened her or perhaps she had become accustomed
to the size of her boyfriend. Paul filled her completely and she couldn’t get
enough. Dropping her legs away from his sides, she planted her feet against the
mattress, raising her hips to meet his thrusts and reaching down to grab a
handful of that deliciously smooth and muscled bottom as she urged him to go
deeper, faster, harder.

He felt her clench around him, she was
going to come and completely undo him. They were both slick with sweat and his
strength was quickly leaving him as the stinging sensation in his hand invaded
his lust addled brain. He dropped down onto his elbows, clamping them to her
ribs as she dug her nails into his arse and rocked harder against him. He
shuddered at the feel of her mouth on his neck, nipping and then sucking hard
as she bucked beneath him, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock as he drove
into her. She unravelled as he hit her sweet spot, stilling, holding her breath
as he forced her climax from her.

He loved the way she fit him. Just him. He
battled to maintain an air of control as she came while he drove deeper into
her. The reality was, he was already lost. Teeth clenching, hips bucking, he
came hard, a satisfied groan being pulled from him.

“Stay.” He breathed, his lips closing over
her earlobe and nipping gently.

“I can’t.” She answered arching into him
again as he continued his assault on her neck. She pushed against him,
encouraging him to roll off her. If she let him continue, he’d persuade her to
stay. “I should go.” She sat up, not daring to look at him.

“I’m not going to stop you.” He told her.

Gathering her clothes, she dumped them
onto the foot of the bed and proceeded to dress as he lay in front of her in
all his naked glory. She couldn’t help but look, spread out as he was one arm
behind his head, the other resting on his hip, confidence personified. He was
beautiful and he knew it.

“I’ll see myself out.” She told him, doing
up the last button on her blouse.

“I wish you’d reconsider.” He sat up then
came up onto his knees. “It’s just one night.”

“I can’t.” She repeated but she really
wanted to.

“Are you seeing him tonight?” He asked,
his expression souring.