Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition)

by Johnson, James

  Jena learned early on that the world was a complex mix. She learned that life wasn’t as simple as it was made out to be. It was more than growing up, going to school and getting a job. It was more than falling in love, getting married and having children. It was more than gracefully ageing and waiting for your time.

  No, it wasn’t anything like that at all. The world was in constant motion. If you didn’t cling tight it would spin you off like a bucking bronco. It would break you into a thousand pieces and not give a damn. It would grind your face in the concrete until the blood began to flow. It would laugh at you and spit on you and walk away in victory. It would leave you lying in the wreckage of your hundred year span.

  And there was the good side. The world is full of compassion and love, but it’s not always visible. It lurks under the surface and strikes without warning. Just when you least expect it you’re hit with an act of kindness that brings you back. You regain your faith in humanity until someone shoots it down again. It’s a tightrope of emotions that you walk until the end.

  Yeah, that’s the way Jena saw it. That’s the way she looked at this mysterious journey that we call life. It was a sheet of thin ice that you had to walk over whether you liked it or not.

  Jena let her mind run free. She reflected on her past. It had been a jumbled mess of good and bad. It had its runs of happy and sad. It was a jagged collection of years that seemed to run together. The ups and the downs leveled each other out. They smoothed out the rocky edges of one woman’s life.

  Jena looked back at her relationships. She had experienced two long term relationships. One of them was a marriage and the other was just as intense. Both of them had her head in the clouds until the storm rained down. Then it became a breakdown of her emotions. It tested her strength and even her will to live. It was Hell on Earth.

  Jena had no regrets about either one. You live and learn. No one was to blame. It was just a man and a woman trying to figure it all out. All of humanity was in the same boat. We were all children when it came to affairs of the heart. Whether they admit to it or not most people are running blind when it comes to love. It could be the greatest mystery of them all.

  At the time she thought it was the real thing. Both men touched her heart. There was real emotion and sensuality in both cases. Both of them set her ablaze. They shared their hopes and dreams with each other as well as their bodies. It was as good as it got. They just didn’t work out. That’s all.

  At least that’s what she thought until five days ago. That’s when the bar was raised to the heavens. That’s when she discovered how high the ladder went. That’s when Steven dropped from the sky and into her lap. That’s when the old reality shattered like glass and fell to the ground. Then the dream blew in on the breeze and carried her away. It lifted her to heights she never knew existed.

  It showed her a world that until then she thought was only fantasy. Only in the poetic penmanship of Joan Dixon could there be such a thing. Only there could this utopia reside. Surely these were dreams that only dwelled between the covers of her takeaway prose. There was no way real romance could leap from the pages and spring to life. There was no way true love like that could ever be real. It was literally too good to be.

  And then it happened. He happened. Steven walked into her life and the world turned upside down. He wasn’t a character that took her away during a late night reading. He wasn’t a dream that faded the next morning. He wasn’t a lonely girl’s escape in a literary world of love and lust. He wasn’t a paragraph or a chapter that heated her up like a volcano ready to explode.

  No, he was real! Steven was flesh and blood. He wasn’t words and sentences. He was a true prince, a real save-the-day knight in shining armor. He was a real cowboy who roped hearts and souls. He was an honest-to-goodness Joan Dixon hero. And he was so fucking hot.

  Chapter 39

  One hour—that’s as long as they spent in James Café. Once again the lure of each other had carried them away. One whisper into his ear was all it took. Drinks and Super Bowl hype fell by the wayside as lust kicked in. Suddenly the only thing that mattered was sharing their love. They yearned for the touch. They ached for the fire. They longed for a taste of each other.

  Steven had her blouse off within seconds of entering the apartment. Then he shed his own shirt. He pressed himself tight against her and kissed her deeply. Jena felt his skin burn into hers. It was the heat of passion, the fire of desire.

  It was a flaming torch that only came alive when they did. It crawled out of its dark cave with the first touch. It started to glow with the first kiss. It hungered for the spark that would set it ablaze. It sought the lust that fueled the fire. It carried a promise of pleasure to those who would set it free. It was a raging inferno of passion, a wildfire of lust. Those who fed the fire of ecstasy would revel in its glory. They would be consumed by its pleasure.

  Jena had to feel the skin, all of it. She wanted to feel the heat of her man. She unbuckled him and pushed his jeans down to his thighs. Her hands found his ass and took in his cheeks. They were hard and tight and the skin so smooth. Steven kissed her deeper as she squeezed the treasure that so turned her on.

  “Get naked, baby,” whispered Steven. “I gotta feel you.”

  Within seconds they were stripped of their clothes and the world around them. Once again it was only them. All that mattered was the passion inside. They would share each until the fire had its fill. They would satisfy their hunger as the blaze engulfed them. They would burn up the pleasure until there was nothing left inside. They would char their senses to the elemental bone. Nothing would remain but the smoke and ashes of their fiery desire.

  Steven led her to the sofa and gently laid her down. He lay down upon her as their bodies came alive. This is where they belonged. This is where they were meant to be. They were two lovers who were caught up in their dream. And their dream was each other.

  Steven kissed her neck. His warm lips ran over her shoulder and down to her breasts. He gently took one into his mouth and lightly sucked it. He felt her nipple harden inside his mouth. Her tits were so delicious. Jena was delicious.

  Steven let his body slowly slide off the sofa. Now his knees were on the floor. Beautiful Jena was laid out before him. His hot, sexy baby was his, all his. She was magnificent. Her body was a piece of art and he was the artist. He would paint her in pleasure. He would bring out the colors of her heated passion. He would splash her in ecstasy and watch it run down her body. He would admire his creation as she screamed his name.

  His tongue made its way down to her stomach. He licked it. He kissed it. He ran his hands over her soft, smooth skin. He circled his fingers around her navel. He made love to it because it deserved it. Jena deserved it. Her sexy stomach never got enough attention.

  There wasn’t enough time in the world to give lovely Jena what she deserved. Every little piece of her was a delectable treasure to admire, to touch, to taste. Her body and her mind and her soul were all one big basket of sensuality. She was so fresh and pure and full of life.

  Jena was a bird flying free looking at the world below. She was the beauty of nature spreading its wings. If she came down and landed beside you it was because she chose so. If she granted you a peek inside then you were lucky indeed. If she opened the door and took you in then you just received the greatest gift.

  Accept it. Accept her. Revel in the essence of such rare magnificence. Behold the beauty of nature’s most wonderful creation. A woman who gives her body also shares her soul. A little piece of her is yours for all eternity. Her flesh is but a product of what resides within. It is fruit from the seed of spirit. Her body is the glitter of the treasure that’s buried inside. It’s the face of her emotions.

  To make love to a woman is to touch her soul. She’s raw and exposed and baring her all. She’s parted the seas for you to walk in. You walk amongst the pearls that lead you to their source. You stand in the center and gaze at the beauty that’s engulfed you. You kiss the Mother
Pearl and roll her between your lips. She signals the waters to come back home and they do with a fury.

  Waves of pleasure and emotion pour over you both. She’s trapped in your lips as your tongue caresses her. She’s awash in ecstasy as the water caves in upon you. She’s swimming in the pleasure that’s flooding her senses. She’s a pearl in an ocean of sensuality as heaven rolls in. The glow of her soul lights up the waters. Her lustrous beauty illuminates the sea.

  That’s what Steven wanted. He wanted Jena to be the Mother Pearl. He wanted her to scream in pleasure as her heaven rolled in. She would shine her own light of ecstasy. He would welcome her silky essence into his mouth. She would writhe in ecstasy as his tongue and lips took her away.

  His hot, sexy baby would melt away in pleasure. She would shower him in her juices and he would lick them up. Her sweet treasure would be his reward. He would savor his pearl of pleasure and taste her honey. He would bask in her sensuality. Then he would swallow down her sweetness and let it warm his soul.

  Steven breathed her in. Her scent was pure bliss. Jena was the most sensual woman in the world. He wished she would melt into him and he could keep her inside. There was no one or nothing that would ever compare to her. She was the ultimate pleasure that life could offer. She sent him into another world where there was only the two of them. They needed no one else. They required nothing. They lived off the essence of each other. Jena was sooo fucking sexy. She was incredible.

  “Come here, baby,” said Steven softly. “I want to give you pleasure.”

  Steven pushed the coffee table out behind him. He slipped in between it and the sofa. Then he gently lifted Jena up and placed her in a sitting position. She was spread in all her beauty before him.

  “Stretch out your legs, baby,” he said. “Put your feet on the table.”

  Jena obeyed his command. She knew a world of pleasure awaited her. She knew the passion her hot man would provide. Giving for him was better than receiving. She would let her ecstasy shine upon him. Her satisfaction was his craving. Her release was his only need. She would let him have it. She would drench him with her love.

  “Get real comfortable, baby,” said Steven. “I don’t want you to think about a thing but receiving pleasure. That’s all I want you to do.”

  Jena shifted her buttocks and slid deep into the sofa. The inside of her feet rested upon the edge of the table. Her arms and legs were in a most comfortable place. Her neck and back were totally relaxed. She was perfectly positioned to let the pleasure sweep her away.

  Jena took a deep breath. Her body was open for the oncoming flow that would surely come. There was nothing to block the waves of raw passion that would soon roll through her body. There was nothing to stop her hot blood from racing through her veins. It would be carrying ecstasy and the touch of her man throughout her flesh.

  Steven was going to take her to the top. The primal impulse would have its way. Ecstasy would swallow her. It would invade her brain and all other thought. It would force everything out and fill it with sensation. He would scorch her senses with his fire. There would be only the here and the now and the tongue and lips and fingers of her hot man. He would overload her with pleasure as he so knew how to do.

  “Are you comfortable, baby?” asked Steven. His voice was the epitome of sensuality. It seeped out raw sex.

  “Yes,” answered Jena. That was the only word she could muster. Anticipation had overwhelmed her.

  Jena looked into his eyes. They gleamed with the hue of passion. The multi-colored rays were a piece of his soul revealing their sensual secrets. They were blue and green and brown and yellow beams of lust. They were the sunshine of his sensuality. Behind them lay the generosity of a giver. The pleasure would be hers.

  Jena watched his eyes as they took her in. They spoke to her. They told her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. They told her to embrace her body for it was perfect. Forget about that tiny scar from years past. Forget about that little layer of fat that you worry about so. Forget about how you may smell or taste. Stop the worrying. You’re wonderful. You’re beautiful. You’re special.

  Tear down those walls that shield the joy. Break down those barriers to enjoyment. Release those imaginary enemies into space and send them on their way. Put it all behind you and leave it in the wind. They never were issues to begin with. They were only creations of the self-conscious. Empty yourself of your inhibitions and let your soul run free. Open up and let it all go. Be confidant and be free. Love yourself and your sensuality. Lay back and take your pleasure for you deserve it. You are the One.

  Steven let the tips of fingers slide down her thighs and over her knees. Jena felt the trail of heat behind them. Steven then leaned in and slowly inhaled her. She could feel the tingle of his lips touching her pubic hair. Then came the heat of his breath as he slowly exhaled his treasure of her scent. Once again she had been placed upon the pedestal of adoration. Once again she was a Queen.

  A scene from Naked Emotion flashed before her. Joan Dixon had described this very moment with her words. She had expressed the sensuality that had taken her over. She had penned the emotion and passion that was now circulating in her head. She had captured the lust and desire that heated her core. Jena was a real life character riding out a fantasy.

  Jena had experienced this moment before in the pages of a novel. Now she was living it. Joan Dixon was in Steven’s head. And Steven’s head was between her legs. And the two together were the essence of ecstasy.

  Steven lightly ran his tongue over the length of her. Her pussy quivered at the touch and begged for more.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” said Steven. “You just relax and take your pleasure. Think about nothing but how good your pussy feels. You’ve got your hot man licking and sucking you. It’s all you, baby—all you.”

  Steven licked her from top to bottom. This time he let her really feel it. His lips raked across her outer lips. His tongue gently pried them open and drew out the treasure. It was wet and sweet. It was the drippings of lust. It was the sweat of her soul. It was Jena bearing her essence. It was the taste of heaven that he craved so. It was Jena’s pussy juice and he wanted some more.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s my baby,” said Steven. “That’s my hot and horny baby. You gonna give me some more of that hot pussy juice, baby? You gonna give me another taste of your sweet cum? Huh, baby?”

  Steven pushed a finger halfway inside her. Then he pulled it out. He took it in his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it and slid it out wiping it dry.

  Jena watched as he savored her. She was in his head as he relished her. It was his ecstasy to drink her up. It showed on his face, in his eyes—it was pure joy. His whole body radiated of passion from taking in his baby. Jena could almost taste it herself. Steven leaned in and kissed her clit. He gave it a gentle suck.

  “You gonna give it to me, baby?” His voice melted her. “Are you gonna cover me with your cum?”

  “Yes,” moaned Jena. “Take it, baby. Take my cum.”

  Jena watched as Steven rested her knees upon his shoulders. Now she felt totally weightless. She had never been so relaxed, so comfortable. It was as if she was suspended in some sort of solution that held her. She was floating effortlessly while her pussy was being ravaged.

  Her entire focus was letting the pleasure flow into her core. It was being licked and sucked by the hottest man on the planet. His lips and tongue and magic hands were having their way with it.

  Never had she felt so good about herself. Never had she been so comfortable with her body. She had a man who wanted to consume her in every respect. She would give all of herself to him. She would let him lick her dry and swallow her down. There were no inhibitions. There were no restraints.

  Steven had made sure she knew. He had put it in her head that she was perfect. Her body was perfect. Her pussy was royalty. It was hot and wet and a treat to her man. It looked good and smelled good and tasted like heaven. Her pussy juice was nectar to be devoured.

/>   Jena’s was the hottest pussy in the world. It was clean and natural. It was to be admired and adored. It was the beautiful core of her sensuality. It was to be stroked and caressed and fingered and kissed. It was to be spoken to with respect and told how hot and sexy it was. It was a treasure to behold, an inexhaustible reservoir of lust. It was made for licking and sucking and streaming out passion. It was made to cum and cum and cum some more.

  Steven had somehow managed to place her in the perfect position. Her hot man had her in a pleasure trap. He had physically set her up to receive. Her entire body was an antenna of sensation. Her mind was free of the bondage of insecurity that every woman carried. Her head was in the clouds and beaming with confidence. He had wiped away all barriers to pleasure.

  Jena was the One. She was a receptacle for pleasure. She was the Queen!

  Steven gently opened her up. He spread her out and gazed at her clit. He could actually see it throbbing with the need. He pressed his face against her and took it between his lips. He sucked it into his warm mouth.

  “Oh, God,” groaned Jena.

  Steven caressed it with his tongue. He gently ran circles around it as his lips encased it in their soft heat.

  “Oh God, baby,” said Jena. “You feel so good.”

  Jena arched up in pleasure. Steven was perfect. He was licking and sucking her while his fingers teased her pussy. It was not too hard and not too soft. It was absolute perfection. Steven was sucking up her pussy. He was eating her good. The waves began to roll in.

  “Enjoy it, baby,” whispered Steven. “Enjoy me. Think about nothing but how good this feels to your pussy.”

  Jena wanted to watch him pleasure her but the sight was too much. The image was too powerful. The eroticism was over the top. She leaned her head back onto the sofa and closed her eyes. She would let her pussy rule her. She would let its master have his way.