by Dani Evans
Staring at me, he pulls out, slides back in… slowly, until he’s deep inside of me, filling me completely, so much that my walls are a tight grip around him, but he’s gentle and begins to move slowly, back and forth but never fully pulling out of me.
As my body begins to adjust to his size, he moves and it’s tight, hard, and slow. I feel the pressure, my lower belly tightening… and an “uhn” escapes me followed by my increased breathing. He’s so good, so passionate, so…
“Oh god,” I cry. “J-Jax…”
He slows to barely moving, the pressure that was building in me fades, ceasing my oncoming release. Then he leans down, drags his mouth down my chin, bottom lip, back up, and he caresses my arm, reaching up to my fingers and unraveling them from around his neck. Lacing his fingers with mine, he pins them above my head and leans down, pressing his warm wet mouth against my ear.
“Not yet,” he whispers sensually. “I want this to last.” His mouth is instantly on mine, kissing me passionately and the warmth of his chest against mine, our hips, our limbs and the connection of our bodies united together, feels so intimate, so personal, that I know, and finally acknowledge what I’ve known all along—I’m irrevocably in love with this man.
He breaks the kiss, pulls out of me, and slides his hand under the pillow next to me. I have no idea what he has, not until he pushes up and sits on his knees between my thighs.
“I’m on birth control,” I inform him.
He stares at me, his eyes filled with heated lust, seduction, dirty, and then he tosses the condom on his nightstand. “Ah. Good to know,” he says and grins as I watch him grasp his cock. It’s so freaking sexy. He slides something over his shaft.
“Cock ring,” Jax informs me. “I want to fuck you long and hard and if I don’t use it, I’ll cum the second I slip into your tight little pussy.”
I’ve never… Devin never….
Dragging his hands along the inside of my thighs, he presses his palms behind my knees and hitches my legs over his shoulders. He lays on top of me and kisses me softly, sweetly as he angles his hips and slowly enters me. He sways his hips, groans in my mouth, then breaks the kiss. His lips kiss along my jaw, along my ear, sucking and nipping the lobe, and then his tongue is in my ear swirling and licking and I shiver at the sensation. I shiver harder when he pants, his hips moving faster, harder, deeper….
He stops and pulls out. Rising to his knees, he grips my hips and raises them level with his. My butt and back are no longer on the mattress. Slipping slowly inside of me, he caresses my hips with his thumbs as he goes deeper. I watch him, his eyes closed, mouth parted. Such a glorious sight, witnessing his lust, his passion, and it’s all for me.
Controlling my hips, he sways me up and down, and groans erotically. He controls my movements to meet his thrusts; his shaft strokes along a sweet spot and my lower abdomen tightens and quickens. He rotates his hips side to side, up and down, then he halts and slips out of me. Opening his eyes, he reaches for me. Sliding his hands up my sides, he brings me onto his lap as he sits with his knees bent.
Our chests are flush, our skin damp with sweat, and he kisses me so deep it sends tingles throughout my entire body. Ending the kiss, he feathers his lips down my neck and over my breast where he sucks it sensually. Reaching an arm behind me, down between my ass, I feel him sliding the ring off his cock, and then he grabs and angles himself at my entrance. Once there, his hands grip my hips and again, he’s controlling me, swaying back and forth. He thrusts deep inside of me causing me to cry out at the sensation and my cries escalate when he grinds me roughly against him.
“Baby, oh god. Fuckin love your pussy,” he mumbles between gasps, in my ear.
“J-Ja—” I whisper but his mouth covers mine before I can finish. His thrusts speed up and he’s so deep inside of me, pulling my hips down hard against him and I can’t stop the rush of sensation flooding me, the rush of an orgasm like I’ve never experienced before, hits me so hard I shudder and quiver as my entire body tips over the edge.
Jax groans loudly, so primitive against my lips, and he’s crushing our bodies pleasurably together as he spills inside of me. I feel the pulsing of his shaft as he rides the rest of his orgasm.
We stay like this, me sitting on his lap, holding each other, panting to catch our breaths, until every muscle gives out and I can no longer hold myself up.
With shaky arms, Jax lifts me, slips his semi erect shaft out of me, then lays me back on his bed. Crawling up beside me, he coaxes me to turn on my side and then he spoons me.
Running his fingers through my damp hair, kissing the back of my head, he whispers, “That was so incredible. We fit perfectly… we belong together.”
I smile sleepily, nodding my agreement.
I WAKE BEFORE Kimber and stare at her sleeping form. God. She’s so beautiful. I raise the sheet slightly and scour every inch of her naked perfection. I want to eat that bare pussy again but I have plans for our day. We’ll have time for that later. I force myself to stop staring at her and drop the sheet to cover her. Sliding out of bed, I slip on a pair of shorts and head down to the kitchen.
There isn’t a whole lot to eat as far as breakfast so I hope she likes pancakes and bacon since I don’t have any eggs on account I’m hardly ever here.
The bacon is sizzling. I go to flip the pancakes when I see her silhouette.
“Mm. The smell of bacon woke me up. I’m starving,” she says as she steps up to me and swipes the spatula out of my hand. I stare at her and she looks fucking hot in my black button down shirt. She glances up at me and catches me ogling her. “I borrowed your shirt. I have nothing to wear since I didn’t come prepared.” She smiles sweetly.
I clear my throat. “No problem,” I say, my voice hoarse. She finishes the pancakes while I put the bacon on a plate covered with paper towels. I’m struggling not to touch her, to unbutton that shirt and take her right here.
After she flips the last pancake onto the plate, I can’t take it anymore. I step up to her, and when she turns to face me, I grab her legs from behind, draw her up, and walk over to the island. Before she can get a word in, I’ve got my mouth covering hers, my fingers unbuttoning the shirt, and then I stop kissing her to push her back on the counter so she’s lying down. I trail my lips down her abdomen, nipping, licking, sucking as I go and then I grab her legs and hitch her feet up so her knees are bent. She’s fully exposed to me.
“Jax,” she pants as I drag my tongue between her sweet pussy. I brace one arm across her hips to hold her still and slip a finger inside her with my other hand. She’s still moist with my cum mixed with hers from last night. It turns me on so I slip another finger inside her and pump them as I work her clit with my tongue, and teeth. Then I slide my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. I use my wet fingers to stroke myself as I eat her fine, well marinated, pussy. The mewling she’s doing tells me she’s getting close. Thank god because I’m already blowing my load. Hard. She shatters around my mouth and I take as much of her as I can before her legs fall weakly against my head.
Slowly, she sits up, her cheeks flushed. I furl my fingers in her hair and kiss her hard, wanting her to taste her sweet self on my lips and tongue.
Finally, I break the kiss and help her off the counter. She stumbles on her weak legs and I grab her to steady her. When she recovers, I release her. She’s quick to grab the plate of pancakes and heads to the table, which is already set with utensils, plates for two, butter, syrup, and orange juice.
We eat in silence, clean the kitchen in silence and then she tells me she’s going to take a shower. I could join her but decide I’d better pack a bag for the trip to the beach I plan to take her on after we hit the town for a while. She’s unprepared so we’ll need to get her some clothes and a swimsuit.
Kimber is still in the shower when I step into my room. I grab the smallest sweat suit I can find and lay it on the bed for her. Then I fish some sliders and clothes, and head down the hall to the main bathroom to
shower.
After I finish showering and shaving, I head back toward my room, but Kimber is gone and the sweat suit is no longer lying on my bed. I towel my hair to get the extra water out of it then head downstairs. I find Kimber staring out the window facing the ocean. She has the white sweats I left her rolled down and cinched in a knot with a hair tie. Clever girl. I step up behind her and embrace her. She smells good.
I whisper at the shell of her ear. “Ready to go into town?”
“Uh, sure,” she says uncertain.
“We need to get you a swimsuit and some clothes. Though we could always skinny dip if you prefer?”
She shakes her head. “To town we go.”
I HATE SHOPPING, especially with females. But Kimber wastes no time and grabs a handful of swimwear, a few pairs of shorts, shirts, panties and girly things, and then we’re off to the dressing room.
“I’d like you to come out and model the swimsuits,” I tell her but she looks over her shoulder and scowls at me. I take a seat outside the dressing room and fidget with my phone for a while.
I’m getting antsy waiting for her. I search the area and see that it’s clear so I head into the dressing room. Clearly, Kimber is the only one in here because all the doors are open, except for one. I crouch down and peek at her feet under the door. She isn’t facing it so I crawl underneath and stand up behind her. She’s got some fancy glitter suit on, minus the top, and she’s removing another from a hanger. She slips on the top, then slowly drags the bottoms of the last swimsuit off. She halts halfway down, obviously noticing another set of feet and she jumps, startled.
She stumbles back nearly falling with the bottoms halfway down her legs. “What are you doing in here?” she scoffs in mock terror.
I give her a devilish grin. “Couldn’t wait any longer.” Then I thumb a white stringy suit. “I like this one. You need to strip and let me put this on you.”
Turning five shades of fuchsia, she points at me. “I’ve already tried that one on, now get out of here before we get caught and get kicked out.”
Shaking my head, I step toward her and press her down on the bench. I help her out of the swimsuit that’s halfway down her legs, then I crawl between her thighs and slowly drag my nose along her skin. Her breathing picks up so I keep going until I’m at the juncture between her thighs. I can’t help it. I bite her softly over her panties and hitch her legs over my shoulders. I continue my assault and she doesn’t stop me. Pulling her panties to the side, I press my tongue down and drag it roughly between her slit.
“Fuck, baby, I could eat your pu—” I pause at the sound of footsteps. Voices follow.
Kimber pulls my hair and yanks my head up. She scurries to her feet and quickly dresses.
“You jackass. How are we going to get out of here, unnoticed?” she whispers harshly.
“Who cares. Grab what you want to keep and let’s go,” I say in my normal tone causing her to panic. She snags what she wants, flings her purse over her shoulder, and rushes out of the dressing room ahead of me. I walk leisurely out, passing the store clerk who eyes me with a glare. I lick my lips while tugging on my goods to give her a hint at what I was doing and she blushes deeply.
By the time I reach Kimber, she’s already at the register. Before she can get her card out, I hand the cashier mine.
“No. You’re not paying for my things,” Kimber protests.
“I most certainly am,” I assure her. She attempts to push my hand to the side but then I press my lips against her ear.
“Would you like me to tell the nice lady what I did to you in the dressing room?” I whisper. She steps back and lets me pay.
“Remind me to never go shopping with you again.” Kimber punches my arm as we head out of the store.
“MM. IT SMELLS heavenly,” Kimber says as we work our way toward the farmers market. There is a nearby tent with gourmet Indian food, and I lead her there.
“Indian food?”
“Try the samosas. The lamb filled ones are the best.” I order some and we eat them as we continue to browse the shops. We collect a bagful; fresh fruits and vegetables, pastries, honey, a fancy bottle of olive oil, because she wanted it, and even some handmade soaps, vanilla body sugar, and candles. When Kimber ambles toward the massage vendor with a rather beefed up man, I grab her arm and shake my head.
“Nobody is touching you but me.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Jaxson, and expect a full body massage tonight.” She winks over her shoulder at me.
“We’d better get going if we want to hit the beach. It will be too chilly to go in the evening.”
“Then let’s get out of here,” she says and leads me toward the car.
KIMBER SNEAKS OFF to the bathroom to change into her swimwear. I undress and throw on my swim-shorts and a t-shirt. I wonder what she’ll think when I tell her we’re taking my motorcycle.
She steps out and I’m slightly disappointed to find her covered in a white button down shirt and shorts. I knit my brows together and frown at her.
“What?” she says all huffy.
I arch a single brow. “I was hoping you’d come out and model your swimsuit since you didn’t show me any of them earlier.”
She chuckles lightly. “Be patient, Jax. You’ll see me in it soon enough. Maybe I’ll even do a little strip tease for you, if the beach is vacant.” She drags her shirt slightly up her stomach to reveal her perfect abs. Then the little tease tucks it back into her shorts. “Let’s go,” she says all giddy.
I grab her hand, lead her downstairs, and then into the garage. When she releases my hand and heads to the car, I snag the back of her shirt and pull her back. She turns to face me.
“We’re not taking the car.” I reach in to the cabinet and grab two helmets. She eyes me warily and I nod my head toward the bike as I hand her the helmet.
“No way. I’m not getting on…” she pauses as she glances at both bikes, probably deciphering between the white Yamaha R1 and the yellow YZ motocross bike. I nod toward the dirt bike.
“No damn way,” she screeches and presses her hands on her hips stubbornly.
“We can’t take the car to the part of the beach I want to take you to. Now stop pouting and get your ass over here.” I reach out and grab the front of her shirt and pull her toward me. Staring down at her, I grin then lean down to give her a quick kiss on those sexy, but pouty lips. She softens at my touch and I kiss her deeper. After I break the kiss, I take her helmet and put it on her head, brushing her long locks back as I do. I make sure the straps are snug under her chin then tap the helmet. “There, all set.”
She’s silent as she watches me put on my own helmet, secure the bag I packed onto the back of the dirt bike, and then open the garage. I hop on the bike and curl my finger at her when she doesn’t follow me. She drags her feet slowly and I can tell she’s nervous.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. Now get on behind me and put your feet on the pegs.” She does as instructed and then wraps her arms tightly around my waist. She has a death grip on me and I ease her hands to loosen up so I can breathe.
“Don’t pop any wheelies or I will never ride on this thing again,” she warns.
I chuckle and glance over my shoulder at her. Her eyes are wide and her lips are sealed in a tight line. “Ready?”
“As ever,” she says grudgingly.
I fire up the bike and decide to ease slowly out of the garage instead of blasting forward and squealing the tires as I normally do. I pause to close the garage and then slowly angle the bike toward the side of the house. It’s a steep hill and when I let up on the brake, I feel Kimber tense, her whole body trembling against my backside. I’d like to release one hand to rub her fingers, ease her nerves, but I know it will only make her freak out so I don’t.
As we continue downhill, she pants heavily, fear evident in her breaths.
“Calm down. I’ve done this a million times. Try to enjoy it, okay?”
“Yeah… o… okay,” she heaves
. Finally she relaxes a little but then I hit a rut and she screams, “Oh my god! Get me off this thing!”
I snigger as I ease out of the rut. When we get to the bottom of the slope, I feel Kimber’s body relax against me. I give it a little more gas and when she doesn’t flip out, I full throttle it. She gasps, gives a slight scream, but then she begins to laugh.
“See, it’s not so bad,” I shout over my shoulder.
“No, not so bad,” she squeals.
There is a bump coming up. “Hold on tight!” I tell her and before she can protest, we’re airborne and then come down, hitting the ground roughly.
She slaps me hard in the gut. “Don’t ever do that again, asshole!”
I can’t help it. I laugh hard and she smacks me again.
“It’s so not funny. Stop laughing!”
When I don’t stop laughing, she joins in and it’s such a great sound, her laughter.
I park the bike after letting Kimber off. As I turn to make my way toward her, she’s already found a spot on the sandy beach and she’s slowly stripping her shirt off. She catches me watching her and grins as she shimmies out of her shorts.
She looks mighty fucking fine in that white stringy bit and I’m thankful there is nobody on this side of the beach to eye fuck her pert breasts and tight little ass.
I slip out of my shorts and shoes, and then drag my shirt over my head while approaching her. I grab her.
She squeals. “What are you doing?” I scoop her up and head toward the ocean. “No, Jax! It’s going to be ice cold!”
She’s laughing and struggling and I’m struggling to hold on to her as I jog toward the water. My feet hit the icy water causing me to halt, and step back. Then I set Kimber down not wanting to put her in shock by tossing her in the bitter cold ocean.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little cold water?” she teases and takes baby steps backward, away from me. I can’t keep my eyes from taking her in from head to toe. She belongs in Victoria’s Secret commercials. Her breasts are the perfect size, not too big and not too small. Her stomach is flat and her legs are long, thin, but not too thin, with definition. I’d like to spin her around and check out her ass. I’d like to put her flat on her back and eat that fine pussy, then fuck her senseless.