Jennifer continued to peer at the mirror and really paid attention to the graphic exhibition of their entwined bodies. He watched her reactions vicariously, and they both seemed mesmerized at how luxurious the tableau appeared. The vision was decadent and more than utterly sinful, the sight of partaking as he took her. The peeks of her skin visible through the thorough covering of him were enough to keep her arousal at its peak.
“Jen baby, when I see us together it reminds me of butter pecan ice cream. It makes me crave the idea of smearing you all over with some. I could use you as my plate and lick you begging until you were clean.” She groaned and shook, the only response she could make to his statement. She could see it too, her spread out and hungry for more of his mouth as he licked every sticky drop of melted cream off her flesh. His words must have affected him the same way, he seemed larger than before, movements in double time and the thick thrusts inside her were explosive. The renewed force made his prior strokes inside her seem like love taps. Jennifer couldn’t stop herself from running from him, she vainly attempted to escape the strokes sent her towards implosion. She crawled forward, her hands scrabbled at the mattress seeking a secure purchase to gain needed ground away.
Riordan wasn't having any of that. He foiled her ploy, pulled her back to him inch by inch in a hip-bruising clutch. Her hands were clenched in the bedding and snarled the satin into crumpled mounds beneath them. His arms seized around her, one collared her at the neck and the other arm was at her waist with his hand curled over her mound. Jen felt her head roll back, propped against his shoulder and pleaded for mercy as she came.
"Please. Ohhh..." The only sound she could utter. Everything in her was ratcheted tight, as if the last orgasm was only a prelude to the next. She had just begun to breathe when his next series of plunging strokes sent her head first into an inferno. This time she felt herself jet fluid against Riordan’s cupped hand.
Jennifer was mortified, did she just? Riordan saw her embarrassment by the look on her face and smiled.
"I love that you came on me like that. I would love to taste you come in my mouth that same way."
“That was me coming? I didn't even know women could do that.”
"Do it again." Riordan wanted to see it happen this time, and pulled their dripping frames from the bed to sitting upright. Now he positioned them so he knelt and she was perched seated with her thighs spread over his. Her hands snaked around seeking any skin bared in her reach. He resumed the clinch from before and snaked one sun-golden arm across her chest, thick forearm banding her. The hand curled across her throat, fingers cupping her jaw and one in her lips. As the other arm lapped over her belly, his hand cupped her sex, fingers spreading her labia wide open.
"Do you love what I do to you?" The words shivered over her skin, and Jennifer trembled.
Her voice matched the shudder of her flesh when she responded. "Y-yes."
"Good, I want you to."
Jennifer closed her eyes and complied with every demand his body made of hers. She took every stroke his flexing hips gave, even while sitting upright she popped into the air. Just a few inches, but when gravity would bring her back to smack against the base of his thick cock...
Jennifer didn't last long, the friction, the position he held her in and pure necessity— all combined to make her see stars and cry aloud his name. This time she saw the ejaculate squirt from between his fingers, and his reaction to it. He bit her, mouth latched to her shoulder. Her vision grew spotty from pleasance and she only remained conscious with the aid of Riordan’s teeth clenched on her flesh.
Riordan: Solitaire
Riordan couldn't keep himself from following her, not for a billion dollars. Her moist pussy devoured his swollen member whole, engulfed all of him in gluttonous quaffs. The sight of her coming and the female ejaculation made him groan her name, even as he tried in vain to wait for just another moment. The feeling left him torn, he wanted to explode and give in. On the other hand he wanted for this to never end, she was making him crazy with lust and it suddenly didn't matter. Her clutching walls suckled the life from him and he was spending his seed in the quivering delta of his lover.
The pair crumpled, mired in the smell of love making, in muddled and scrunched sheets. Riordan pulled Jennifer atop him in their preferred post sex rest position. He just smelled her, nose buried in her snarled hair, listened to her uneven breaths. Before their hearts had begun beating properly both were asleep. When Riordan woke the following morning he decided to give her his surprise.
Regretfully, he pulled her off him and walked back to his clothes. When he found the box he'd sat on the floor, Riordan sauntered back to bed. He put the ring on her clenched fist by stroking her clenched palm to open the hand first. Her fingers unfurled and reminded him of flower petals open to the sun at dawn. After he accomplished his goal the black banded solitaire rested on her finger and he decided to watch her wake. But after a few minutes he was too impatient to wait for her rise naturally and he tickled her, rubbed the keyboard tough pads of his fingers over random bits of flesh and chuckled as she waved his touch away.
Jennifer appeared utterly decadent in her lazy sprawl and rolled her head toward Riordan.
"’Dan baby, let's just go to sleep for a bit longer."
"Nope. You may think you don't want this now. But if you don't want it, I know there's some lucky lady who would—" Jennifer shot upright.
"Nuhuh, betta not. I dare you to give something other hey and bye to another woman." She rolled across the tangled bedding and sat in front of him. Her eyes were half-closed and most of her body was wrinkled with sleep-marks.
"Good." He stroked his hands across her left arm and the barest of caresses raised the tiny hairs across her skin from shoulder to her hand. As her eyes followed his movements, Jen finally saw the diamond that shone on her finger.
"Jennifer, I love you and I know what I want. Marry me."
She nodded her head up and down as the first tear fell.
"Don't cry beautiful."
"I ca--nn't help i-it!" She stuttered out.
"Now I know it’s a lot to ask, but can we get a place together in between our jobs? Now, preferably tomorrow. I mean today."
"I just bought this house! It’s still got three hundred and forty payments left."
"Nope just one."
"O--one?"
"Yep, paid it off last Thursday."
"Riordan Jackson Jamison, you're lucky I don't smack you up."
"For?"
"Damnit, this is my house."
"Nope when you marry me, it’s ours. Along with the four I own now."
"Damn... four you say?"
"Yep. I think you will like the idea of community property with me."
Even though she was up well in advance, Riordan was right. Jennifer didn't make it to work that Friday. But then again, he didn’t either.
Jennifer Willows is the pen name of a new up and coming romance author who prefers the Multicultural and BDSM genres. She is a newbie single and a pro at being a mother of two. She still fixes other people’s mistakes by day, but she makes plenty of time to write at night. No website yet, but just be on the lookout it will be coming soon. Don’t forget that reviews are an authors’ best friend and please feel free to speak your mind or tag her books as needed. If you want to hit her up for a chat, complaint, or questions feel free to email or facebook at [email protected] or tweet her @wildinthewillow
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