by Eva LeNoir
"Jaybird, I'm going to kiss you now," I told her as her eyes shone with lust, her soft pants anticipating this moment just as I was.
"Okay," she barely whispered, giving herself to me like a gift from the gods.
Slowly, I bent my head, so our foreheads were touching, her breath fueling my desires, and I cherished this moment. Our first kiss. It would be the only time we shared it. Our first of many, I would make sure of it.
"Marlon, I swear if you don't..." I didn't let her finish, bringing my mouth to touch hers, sliding from one side to the other, revelling in the softness of her plump lips, wishing I could stay like this forever.
But when she tentatively brushed the tip of her tongue along my top lip, I lost every semblance of control. Tilting her head just right, I plundered her mouth, biting and licking every inch I could touch. Her moans were like gasoline to my fire. A fire that had been building for months since the first moment I'd seen her in my office. This desire that instead of subsiding with time, only intensified.
With her hands clutching my shirt, fingers balling up like she was afraid of falling into this abyss of passion, I walked her to the nearest wall, my fatigue dying away with every touch of my tongue to hers. Her taste was an elixir, her sounds were fuel, her touch was everything.
My thumbs digging into her cheeks, I encouraged her to open wider, letting me in a little more. I couldn't get close enough, I couldn't touch her enough, I couldn't devour her the way I needed to appease my hunger.
My chest was tight, every breath harder to take, my hips rubbing into her stomach of their own volition. I was a man possessed and she was the witch that enchanted me.
I didn't care. I would lose my soul to this woman and still come back for more. Even through the guilt, the secrets and the possibility of losing her. I wouldn’t take this moment back for anything.
When breathing became a necessity, we pulled apart, reluctantly.
"Wow," she panted, "you weren't kidding about the kissing."
Chapter 31
Marlon
End of October in New Zealand was the equivalent of Spring in California. We were living a rather long Indian summer, hopscotching through the world map. Most of all, we were experiencing life like few people in this world ever could.
Queenstown was our first destination on our New Zealand adventure. It was the most exciting part of this trip, with the Nevis Highwire on the menu.
As discussed with Jaidyn, we had decided that Robert wouldn't be doing the bungee jumping, it was too dangerous, and his health wasn't exactly the best shape. With a little research, we learned that he could come onto the pod as a spectator so he could have fun watching us lose our minds before jumping to our maybe deaths. Yeah, fun times for sure.
For the past few weeks, I'd entertained the idea of jumping, maybe something less scary like the swing. It wasn't as though this opportunity would knock at my door anytime soon and just the thought of that adrenaline rush got my blood pumping.
Not as much as that kiss in Naha, but almost.
In fact, the rest of our week in Okinawa was spend stealing kisses without Robert's knowing.
Jaidyn had told her dad what had happened with Calvin and to my surprise, and not Jaidyn's apparently, Robert laughed and congratulated his daughter in dodging a bullet.
“You’ll be okay, sweetheart. He wasn’t your Bogart,” he'd told her, a conversation clearly encrypted because I had no idea what that had meant.
A normal man would have given Jaidyn time to mourn the loss of her five-year relationship. I could understand her not wanting to jump from one man to another but at the same time, whatever was clearly going on between us, needed to be explored. I was just making sure we took our cosmic signs seriously.
Personally, I didn't think there was anything to mourn. The guy was a fucking idiot and Jaidyn would live a fuller life without him bringing her down. Also, I was selfish enough to believe that I could make her happier than that douche.
Bringing the bags from the rental car into the house I'd found in the South Alps, I watched Jaidyn's eyes light up at the scenery before us.
Two entire walls were bay windows facing the lake cratered in the mountains. It was majestic, and considering that my work was responsible for the look in her eyes brought me incredible pride.
"Oh my god, Marlon, this place is like something from a movie!" she cried out, soaking up the view as though afraid it would suddenly disappear without a moment's warning.
"Well, it kinda is," I shrugged, pushing Robert's wheelchair closer to the windows so he, too, could appreciate the scenery.
"Ah, Lord of the Rings, of course," Robert added, nodding his head at the obvious connection as he inhaled his trusty vape pen.
"It's beautiful," Jaidyn whispered, with awe in her voice, "beautiful seems like such a weak word to describe,” she gestured with her arms spread wide, “all of this."
She was right, it was spectacular, the snow capping all of the mountains from the winter months, the blue skies reflecting in the placid waters of Lake Wakatipu, home to a few scattering white clouds. It was chilly but the air was crisp more than cold.
"Tomorrow we rest, we can go for a drive or a walk along the paths but we'll have to see how your dad is feeling, first," I said, looking out through the windows and trying to map out a trail that would be flat enough for Robert to walk without risking a fall.
His legs were bouncing more and more, his speech more impaired from the chorea and his mood swings unpredictable. When frustration hit, his eyes would roll from one side to the other and his finger tapping at his watch incessantly.
Thankfully, Jaidyn was impeccable with her organization of his medication and his naps. She impressed me on every level.
"You two kids can go without me. I'll be happy to just sit here and look out the windows. I promise to have my phone handy, so you don’t get worried," Roberts said, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
"Dad, I'm not leaving you here. This is your adventure, we can find..." he cut her off before she could give him an alternate solution, "JaiJai, sometimes a man needs some time alone," he snapped, effectively ending the conversation.
"Right, so I'll get our luggage in the rooms, Jaybird, I'll give you the one next to Roberts, I'll take the loft so you don't have to go up and down the stairs," I said, picking up her suitcase and rolling it into her bedroom before doing the same with Roberts.
Finally, going up to my room, I put everything in the corner and sat on my bed, the view, surprisingly even more incredible.
A faint knock at the door, ripped my attention from the view but as luck would have it, I was trading it for something even more incredible.
"Hey, come in," I told Jaidyn, who was standing at the threshold, a shy smile on her face.
"I don't want to bother you, it was long flight and maybe you're too tired so," I got to my feet, walked up to her, buried my fingers in her luscious hair and kissed the words right off her lips.
I couldn't get enough of her, it didn't matter how many times I devoured her mouth and breathed in her scent. Every time was like the first time and I never wanted it to end.
Pushing me further inside the room, our mouths never separating, Jaidyn quietly shut the door to the bedroom murmuring against my lips, "Dad is napping," before wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening our kiss.
"When you start touching me, I can't say I really care about anything else," I answered, my tongue licking her mouth, my teeth sinking into her bottom lip. There was almost an animalistic need to bite her. To mark her with my want for her.
I kept backing up until my knees hit the side of the bed, letting myself fall on my back. It reminded me of surfing except instead of the board, I was making sure this dream of a woman landed right where I wanted her. On top.
"This is so wrong," she muttered, her arms resting on the sides of my head, her hair cascading around us like a protective shield, "We shouldn't be doing this," she added, her hips grinding into my ev
er-growing erection.
"If you stop, I might actually die," I growled, my hands gripping her jean clad ass and squeezing all the while pushing her tighter against my aching groin.
"I don't want to stop, you're like a drug," she whispered, licking my teeth, curling her fingers around my growing hair.
"I don't mind this addiction, little bird, in fact," I said flipping us over, my hand covering the entire side of her face as I angled our kiss for better access to her mouth, "I welcome it."
We were losing ourselves in this moment of seduction, the novelty of learning another's sensitivities, their sexual desires, the buttons that make them lose all control.
With her legs spread apart to allow my body to nestle between her thighs, she wrapped her arms around and under to allow her hands to grip onto my shirt, almost ripping it off.
"I feel like an animal, this can't be normal," she panted, and I loved that I was doing this to her. I loved that I had the same power over her that she had over me. I couldn't get enough of that high, that satisfaction that made her moan and groan and whisper my name like a mantra.
"It feels right, little bird, so fucking right," I trailed biting kisses down the fine line of her neck, careful not to leave marks although the animal in me wanted to claim her as mine for all to see.
We weren't animals and she wasn't necessarily mine.
Not yet.
"So right," she agreed, our bodies searching out naked skin, my hands ready to rip off everything that impeded my access.
Jaidyn quickly understood that it was either she took off her shirt or I was destroying it in one quick move. Separating our bodies for a brief moment, Jaidyn pulled her light sweater up and over her head, leaving her in a light pink bra that seemed so demure I almost lost my fucking mind.
"Oh, little bird," I growled, "you look so innocent, I want to dirty you up and show you how incredible filthy can feel."
I didn't know what the fuck I was saying. All I knew was that my brain almost short-circuited from the sight of her half naked.
Lowering my mouth to one tight little nipple, I covered what I could with my mouth, pink satin and all before taking both cups and lowering them beneath her breasts, exposing the most perfect tits I'd ever seen. Plump and round, with her rich burgandy areolas peaking from the arousal she was feeling.
For me.
All for me.
I would worship her until the sun died knowing her body wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Circling her nipple with my tongue, I lavished and licked, biting and sucking, until her moans grew loud enough that if Robert were awake, he would, without a doubt, hear her.
As she buried her hands in my hair, I could feel her pushing my head closer to her body as though she couldn’t get us close enough, needing more, more, more.
I could relate, my mouth on her felt like heaven but I was a greedy bastard, needing more than her touch. I needed inside her. I felt the overpowering desire to plunder her, to own her and to make her feel as though being with me was life or death.
It feels that way for me, too.
I was just a shell of a man, my baser instincts taking over every cell of my body.
"If we don't stop now, little bird, I'm going to fuck you into next week," I told her, the truth of my words pouring through my lips as I trailed a path with my tongue down her sternum, to her stomach, taking a roundabout tour of her navel before continuing my journey to the place where nirvana would lie waiting for me.
"I don't care," she panted, and I knew I could do whatever I wanted to her in that moment and she would accept it.
I wouldn't, of course. I was drunk on her, she was my elixir, but I had enough sense to respect her wishes. Wishes she had made clear before we left Okinawa.
That didn’t mean I would deprive her of a mind-blowing orgasm.
Tapping her hips, I ordered, "Lift up," and she complied. Her eyes dilated, her lips swollen from my kisses, her chest rising and falling as though we'd just run a marathon.
Unbuttoning her jeans, I made quick work of pulling them down and off her legs. Thank fuck she had already taken her shoes off when we first entered the house.
At the sight of her in only her underwear I almost lost my mind.
Almost came in my fucking pants like a teenager.
"Fucking hell, Jaybird, I can't wait to bury my tongue in your pussy."
Her moan called for my gaze to focus on her face.
My angel. The face of kindness and lust. Of gentleness and fire. The face of the woman who had been the star in my dreams for the last few months.
She was there, nearly naked, on my bed and I would eat her pussy like the starved man I was.
Falling to my knees, I placed both hands on her hips and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. She'd hiked herself up on her elbows, watching my every move with eyes that looked as hungry as I felt.
"You look so sexy, Marlon. I’ve always wondered what your beard would feel like on my skin..." she muttered, as though talking to herself.
"I'm going to eat every inch of you, and I want you to watch me. Watch me bury my face between your thighs and see how perfectly we fit together," I growled, before lowering my face and running my nose along her slit hiding behind her pink panties. Rubbing my beard along her thighs, leaving red marks, evidence of my presence.
"Oh god, Marlon," she whispered, urging me to continue.
"You scent is making me so hard, Jaybird, so fucking hard," I told her truthfully, my cock pushing against the zipper of my pants, fueling my desire with the touch of pain.
"I hope this wasn't your favorite pair of panties," I told her, lifting the undies, I punctured a hole with my thumbs before tearing the thin material until it gave me a view that made Lake Wakapitu look bland in comparison.
"Oh my god! I loved those..." her words died on her lips when my mouth covered her nether lips and my tongue licked a path from her taint to her clit.
“I’ll buy you ten more pairs just so I can do that again,” I winked.
Her moan turned into a hiccup as I sucked her clit, making it harder and plumper, my fingers digging into her skin.
"Yes, Marlon, oh yes," she chanted, falling back on the bed, her fingers curling around the bedspread.
"You taste like heaven, I can't get enough," I told her, licking up every drop of her juices and drinking it like the finest of whiskeys.
"So close," she repeated over and over, her hips arching, searching out the source of pleasure.
"Are you ready, little bird?"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Pushing two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy, I curled them just so, and while my mouth sucked and licked her clit, I watched her from below as she lost all semblance of control.
Taking in a deep gasp, her body lifted from the bed, her hands gripping the comforter like a lifeline, she let out a cry of pleasure that had a strange effect on my heart. It was pride. I was responsible for that moment of pure bliss.
As she came down from her orgasm, I licked up her juices, drinking her in and reveling in her ecstasy as though it were my own.
"I can't wait to do that again, little bird." I told her before she even had time to recover.
Chapter 32
Jaidyn
Today was the day.
After a couple of weeks exploring the southern island, the day to jump to our deaths had finally arrived.
A one hundred and thirty-four meter drop or almost four hundred and forty feet, eight point five seconds of downward free fall.
I'd already bungee jumped once, my freshman year of college, but it was child's play compared to the Nevis Highwire.
The three of us were on route, my father comfortably settled in the back of the Jeep while Marlon drove, again on the wrong side of the road, and I watched the scenery that was incomparable to any other place I'd visited. The deep, soulful greens meshing into the boundless blue skies above the white snow on the surrounding mountains was nothing short of extraordinary
.
"You flipping out already?" Marlon asked from the driver's seat.
"I wasn't until you just reminded me that my doom is just around that mountain," I answered, biting my lip and wondering how I got talked into this.
Actually, I knew exactly how I got coaxed into this absurdity.
Shortly upon our arrival in New Zealand, coincidentally after the most erotic orgasm of my life, Marlon had convinced me that it would be fun to dive from an impossibly high steel platform, headfirst, into the river valley with only a rope as my saving grace.
I might have still been drunk on his mouth which made any decision-making null and void in my opinion.
"If it's any consolation, I researched and didn't find any deaths from the Nevis Highwire," Marlon said, a grin illuminating his gorgeous face.
"It should, but really, it doesn't," I told him, looking over my shoulder to see if Dad was asleep or daydreaming, finding he was engrossed in our friendly bickering, a smile plastered to his face. It was infectious causing me to smile right back at him.
"You know, baby doll, that kind of adrenaline rush could help you later in your medical career, especially if you choose the ER," I wasn't about to argue that the rush would be a thousand times different so I just looked back at Marlon and continued, "The fact that we have to look up death rates for any sporting activity is a dead giveaway."
"I would have gone myself, JaiJai," Dad said, "but they won't accept the likes of me." I turned to see him smirking, the vape pen at his mouth, his symptoms subdued and allowing him to enjoy our day.
"I wish they wouldn't accept me, either," I mumbled to no one in particular.
From my right, Marlon slid his hand over mine as it rested on the middle console and gave it a tender squeeze just like my father had always done.
"It'll be great, I promise."
Last famous words.
The policy was that the company's tour bus always took its clients out to the platform. As we got our administrative paperwork done, the three of us settled in the bus, my father sitting beside me, and Marlon across the narrow aisle. The bus was buzzing with excitement, every single person jumpy with a mixture of anticipation and fear. My knee was on a constant bounce up and down, my fingers twisting at the hem of my sweatshirt while I contemplated what I was about to do.