A split of thunder, crashing directly over the lighthouse, made Jenny gasp. The rain beat down upon the metal roof, and lightning continued to zip across the sky that was visible through the windows she’d left uncovered.

“I hate thunderstorms.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe, and I’ll take your mind off it.”

“And how exactly will you do that?”

He reached up to cup her breasts. “Leave that to me.”

***

She gently but insistently removed his hands. “Not yet. Hands to yourself until I say otherwise.”

His raised brow was the only indication that he wondered what she was up to.

Starting at the hem, she lifted his shirt up and over his head, dazzled as always by the rippling muscles on his chest and belly. She wanted to kiss every one of them and scooted down so she was straddling his legs.

Using her tongue, she traced the outline of his eight-pack, taking her time to make sure she didn’t miss anything. An occasional sharp inhale and the quiver of skin let her know her efforts were having the desired effect on him. As she worked her way down, his breathing became harsher, especially when she traced the sharp outline of the V-cut over his hips.

“Jenny, that’s enough.”

“Nowhere near enough.”

Air hissed from between his clenched teeth as she tugged on the button to his shorts and unzipped him. She worked his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs, her gaze fixed on the sight of his impressive erection. She arranged his legs so they were bent at the knees and pushed them open with the gentle press of her hands against his inner thighs.

“Jenny… Jesus. You’re killing me here. Let me touch you.”

“Not yet.”

She tipped her head and let her hair fall over him before she added her tongue to the mix, traveling the length of him and circling the tip, marveling as he got longer and harder. Then she took him into her mouth, stroking the base with her hand tight around him. With her free hand, she cupped his balls in a gentle caress.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands grasping her hair. “Don’t stop.”

She loved that she could give him such pleasure, that she could take his mind off the litany of troubles he faced every day, even if only for a short time.

“Jenny…”

Aware that he was warning her of his impending release, she took him deeper and stroked him harder. And when he came with a shout, she was ready.

“Holy shit,” he gasped when he sagged into the mattress.

Jenny licked him clean as he twitched with aftershocks from the powerful release. She kissed her way from his belly to his chest to his lips.

His arms came around her, tight and fierce. “Is it my turn yet?”

“If you insist.”

“I do. Give me a minute to recover, and then it’s all about you.”