Twisted Pursuits

by Krystal Morrison

  He trailed kisses along her abdomen pausing to taste her navel with his tongue, he dipped further and her breath hitched in her throat. She couldn’t think above the blood roaring in her ears and when his lips touched her there; her mouth fell open in shock as waves of pleasure engulfed her. His lips and tongue were doing such wondrous things to her that she trembled with reaction. She moaned and groaned and writhed as he nipped at the sensitive flesh between her thighs; heightening the waves of pleasure within her.

  He flicked his tongue along her clitoris and her breath stopped; surely she was going to die from pleasure; yet she knew death could never be nearly as sweet. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever envisioned any of the things Jordan was allowing her to experience. She was being propelled towards something although she couldn’t imagine what; each second the pleasure increased, until it exploded inside her causing her to spasm with its turbulence; when she finally regained her breath; she fell against the pillows in fulfilled exhaustion.

  She was sure she would be boneless forever afterwards, however Jordan had other ideas as he began to rekindle the embers of passion within her; his lips forged a path to her mouth, pausing to take each nipple into his mouth. He tasted distinctively of her as he delved between her lips; his hands brushed her hips and settled at the apex of her thighs.

  He caressed her feminine folds, focusing on the nub of her passion and she began to thrash against the pillows, her breathing shallow. He slid his finger leisurely inside her and she bucked against him, marveling at the ease with which he was driving her towards another completion; she begged him to stop and pleaded for him to continue as she feared another orgasm would certainly send her into a ceaseless comatose state but she simply had to reach it. He gave her a fierce kiss before returning to her breast while his fingers withdrew and re-entered her. She gasped softly, the feelings that were assailing her was so overwhelming; it and the man who was instigating it became her sole focus as a million sensations overtook her body and the passion began to build inside her. She screamed as it hit her but Jordan swallowed it with his lips and held her as the eruption of her orgasm threatened to rip her apart; this time it seemed it would never end as her body convulsed in continuous waves of aftershocks.

  He almost ripped the clothes from his body in his urgency to be inside her as he watched her flushed body quiver with the reverberations of her climax; her beautiful face awestruck. Perhaps her past lovers had not taken the time to introduce her to the bliss of sexual satisfaction. He wiped the thought from his mind; he didn't want to think of her with anyone else but him. Hell, he did not want to think entirely, all he wanted was to sheath himself in her welcoming heat.

  He took her full breast into his palms, encircling the nipples with his thumbs as he seized her lips for a deep kiss. She was so adorable and passionate and giving; she responded to him with such sweet abandon and yet there was an air of innocence about her that he could not decipher. She made him feel like a boy on his first time; all he wanted to do was drive into her until the fire in his blood cooled and nothing remained but her. Patience, he told himself, she was a skittish one and he did not want to scare her.

  He leisurely stroked her feminine curves, sliding his finger in the warm flesh between her thighs and she was wet and ready for him. He positioned himself between her thighs and slowly entered her, she was tight and his body trembled with restraint as he stilled; allowing her body to absorb his size.

  She tensed and he caressed her body lightly, “relax baby”, he crooned over and over until he felt her body loosen beneath him.

  He surged forward and she cried out, her nails biting into his shoulders as he felt a thin barrier give way. He glanced at her ashen face, her eyes dulled with pain and his heart fell; he had hurt her.

  She was a virgin! Even though his body knew the truth his mind struggled to accept the fact that such a sensual beauty had not known the touch of a man before him. It took every ounce of his willpower to still inside her to allow the pain to ease as he took her lips tenderly while his hands stroked and soothed her in a way that no words could.

  Apparently she thought he intended to stop as she nudged her hips forward so that his shaft penetrated deeply into her feminine core and he was lost. Everything dissolved into oblivion except the woman beneath him and the hunger coursing through his veins, which had escalated tenfold. Her body gripped him and he moaned in sweet agony and began to move within her.

  He leaned forward to her lips, his tongue seeking hers and when she responded, allowing her tongue to tangle with his; his passion knew no bounds. She wasn’t the only one making discoveries; the way in which his body corresponded to her was shocking. He was plunging wildly into her slick flesh and it was as if his body was his and yet he had no control over it; he was being guided solely by the flames of desire that was threading through him.

  The frenzy inside him built to an all consuming high with each stroke he took into her welcoming softness. He should slow his pace, his brain insisted but his body seemed to have a mind of its own as he pounded into her until the world evaporated and her name fell from his lips as he spilt inside her in blissful release; his sated body collapsing unto hers.

  He must be crushing her he thought as he gentle withdrew from her body sometime later. She grimace and he felt as if someone had punched him in his gut. How could he have been so thoughtless? He did not know what to say so he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. Ignoring her protestation, he carefully wiped the blood from her thighs, returned the washcloth to the bathroom and rejoined her in the bed.

  He gathered her gentle against his chest, placing his lips to her forehead as he stroked her cheeks, her hair and her shoulders with his fingers. Why the hell hadn’t she told him she was a virgin? He would have at least been gentler, more thorough, more.... He was about to voice his thoughts but as he looked at her face he realized she was fast asleep, her breathing even.

  An inexplicable tenderness blossomed inside him at the sight and he kissed her delicately on the lips and allowed himself to drift into peaceful slumber with the fullness of her in his arms and her scent tickling his nostrils.

  “HMM”, LAUREN MOANED AS THE cobwebs of sleep cleared from her mind by Jordan’s lips tantalizingly stroking hers; this is something she would be happy to wake up to each morning.

  “Open your eyes sweetheart”, he whispered against her lips, she blushed as she recalled the startling events of the night before and she felt shy at the thought of facing him.

  He lifted her from the bed and she winced as her aching muscles rebelled; there was a pleasant soreness where he’d been last night and she smiled at the thought, snuggling into his bare chest, his warm skin causing her body to pulse to life.

  He took a few paces, turned and walked on, he came to a halt and she felt herself being lowered; her eyes flew open as the warm water stung her sensitive flesh. She was in a Jacuzzi, she realized and the gurgling water soon began to soothe her, she fell back against the tub to enjoy the effect.

  “I’m sorry I hurt you”, he must have gauged her reaction.

  Her shyness of earlier disappeared and she looked into his eyes which were filled with regret, “it was wonderful and I’m not sorry about any of it”.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” his fingers were caressing her shoulders above the water and she was finding it difficult to breath.

  “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me if you knew the truth”, he was inches from her lips now, his toned torso hanging over the edge of the bath and she couldn’t think; she wanted him so.

  He swore and caught her mouth into a scorching kiss; triggering flames of desire that threatened to vanquish her.

  She almost wept when he pulled back to mutter, “I am flattered that you chose me to give such a gift to and I’m glad I’m your first”.

  His eyes were an intense hazel and her heart melted at his confession. He made to reclaim her lips but just then there was a knock on the door.


  “That must be Mrs. Stewart. I’d better go to her”, he said but he did not move to it, instead he bent his head to nibble at her lips, she moaned softly.

  He drew back from her painstakingly and quit the room. She stared after him longingly, until gradually reality permeated the air of desire enclosing her. She began to frantically wash her body as she remembered that she had two weddings today. She rushed out of the Jacuzzi, towel dried her body, brushed her teeth with a toothbrush she found in the bathroom cupboard and donned a bathrobe. However as she emerged from the bathroom she began to wonder what she would wear back to the hotel.

  Jordan entered the room then, holding a small bag which he handed to her. Is there anything he didn’t think of? She wondered, as she emptied the contents of the bag unto the bed.

  “How..?” she faltered; going scarlet as she envisioned Jordan selecting such personal items of clothing.

  “I sent Daniel for them”, her mouth fell open at that, “don’t worry, I ordered the items and a clerk packaged them. Daniel just collected it”.

  She gave a relieved sigh and waited for him to leave so she could dress but he leaned casually against the door frame, his blazing eyes riveted to her.

  She could feel the color staining her skin as she quickly threw off the robe and slipped into frilly pink undergarments. She didn’t miss his intake of breath as her naked body came into view and her movements suddenly became erotic. She slid the sheer dress over her head and smoothed it over her hips; she heard him shifting on his feet and felt like a sensual goddess.

  He released an audible breath as she finished brushing her hair, easing stiffly from the door frame and guided her into a handsomely furnished sitting room adjoining the bedroom where breakfast was waiting for them

  She barely touched her breakfast as the flames in Jordan’s eyes seemed to burn away her clothing and set her body afire. Disappointment settled in her stomach as they made their way to the garage and set off to the hotel as she had been silently hoping he would repeat some of those wickedly delicious things he’d done last night. All was not lost however as he pulled her into his arms for a fiery kiss, as they got to the hotel’s entrance. She had lost herself in the possession of his lips when he suddenly pulled away.

  “Tonight”, he promised as he helped her out of the car and drove away.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  THE DAY SEEMED TO DRAG ON FOREVER as she attempted to divert all her attention to her performance, but that was not to be. Jordan had ignited a hunger in her that made her feel wanton; he seemed to have imprinted his touch on her as her body tingled every time she thought of him. The feelings he sparked inside her were so wonderful that she wanted to curl up in a ball and savor them forever.

  She was itching to be with him, so much so that she was hardly off the stage before she ran to her suite to bathe and change. She felt totally free as she selected a slinky peach dress, which she had never intended to wear before tonight; it was mid thigh in length and silhouetted her figure and revealed more than it concealed.

  She decided to use the staff exit as she could not appear in the lobby wearing a dress that was more suited as a nightdress rather than anything else. Jordan was waiting outside his car and her body began to pulse in anticipation as she neared him.

  She had barely reached him before he pulled her against his hard length for a wild kiss. He moaned and ground her hips against his arousal as he nibbled her lips.

  He tore his mouth from hers reluctantly and proceeded to settle her in the car, his fiery expression showing her all he could not, at the moment. As soon as they got to his house, he led her to his suite, through the sitting room and out unto a terrace that had the most spectacular view she had ever seen, she could see the entire Ocho Rios coastline from where she stood. She was led to a table magnificently decorated and set for two. There was a distinct sound of soft music in the background and there were no lights except two candles in the centre of the table. She felt as if she was in a world of unreality; everything was so magical.

  “This is beautiful”, she murmured, dazed.

  “Yes it is”, he responded, a smile on his lips, “I’m glad you like it”.

  He leaned back in his chair and observed the play of emotions crossing her features. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld and she was his, desire ignited within him; fierce and demanding. He stomped it down, tonight was hers and he would give her all he had not last night, love her gentle until she sighed in pleasure. He cursed under his breath as he remembered the brutal way he had taken her the night before; she was such a delicate creature who deserved only tenderness, especially her first time.

  He watched her across the table and prayed to the saints for endurance; his mouth watered as he stared at her body in that dress, good God she was virtually naked. He nearly choked on his wine as she leaned forward and her breast almost spilled over the neckline. His body hardened at the sight. The food tasted like rubber in his mouth as he made an effort to swallow a few bites; however as a gentle breeze swept her hair causing it to fall around her face in delectable disarray, he knew it was a lost cause, he merely relaxed in his chair to scrutinize her with unconcealed fervor.

  She bit into a juicy slice of watermelon; he moaned low in his throat as her tongue came out and touched her lower lip. He was not aware that he had moved until he encountered the fruity taste of her soft lips.

  Her breath hitched in her throat as Jordan caught the last drop of melon juice from her lips; ravaging her mouth in the process. He was fierce and insistent at first but gradually he gentled, his tongue exploring her mouth. He tugged her to her feet and led her into the candle lit bedroom which they had shared the night before. He peeled the dress from her body, his lips caressing her, inch by inch as the garment left her body. He removed the rest of her clothes, carted her off to the bed and striped and got in beside her. The strawberry scent clouding the air, paired with the lulling music and Jordan’s skilled hands and mouth pushed her to such an high that the moment his fingers found the heated flesh of her inner thighs she catapulted over the edge; screaming and crying as the tempest threatened to destroy her.

  There was a ferocity emanating from him yet his touch was as gentle as a butterfly’s wings. She tensed, anticipating pain as he penetrated her but there was none as he withdrew and re-entered her continually until he was fully cosseted within her. He ground into her with such deliberate slowness that she thought she’d go crazy as a tingling sensation burgeoned in her thighs and crept along her entire body until she was expended. He moaned as she felt him explode within her and she was overcome with loud moans as her orgasm ripped through her.

  She was so replete that she fell into a peaceful sleep immediately afterwards secured in the arms of the man she loved.

  JORDAN GAZED AT THE GORGEOUS CREATURE lying in his bed, tangled among the sheets. He could not help himself, he was wholly captivated. He had awoken her twice during the night to make love to her, once in a frenzy of intense need which she had responded to with a hunger that he could not have imagined she possessed and then in thorough ecstasy filled with soft kisses and whispered promises of passion.

  She pleased him immensely; he smiled as he recalled the way her shy fingers had stroked his body upon his prompting, with an aptness that was staggering and very arousing, he noted with satisfaction. She moaned in her sleep, and his body hardened in response as her hands fumbled across the bedding, he assumed, for him. Her eyes slowly opened as her hands came up empty and he sat on the bed, pushing her hair from her eyes with his finger to hitch it behind her ears.

  “Good morning sleeping beauty”, he said, “did you sleep well?”

  Her cheeks took on a rosy tinge and he roared with laughter. He took a raspberry from the breakfast tray that he had placed at the foot of the bed and placed it against her lips. He fed her several bites of fruit, followed by toast and eggs and orange juice. He was finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything else as her lips opened and closed as
he popped bits of food into her mouth.

  “Aren’t you going to eat something”, Lauren asked as he gave her the last morsel.

  “I had something when I went to prepare the tray”, he was warmed as always by her concern for his wellbeing.

  “However” his thumb trailed her lips and her eyes began to glow “I find that I have a hunger of a different sort”.

  He shed his clothes and wormed his way beneath the sheets and they loved, excessively, fervently, incessantly until day became night; it was as if they were insatiable and when exhaustion overtook them they slept and woke to love again.

  Morning came all too quickly and Lauren felt like weeping as she thought of leaving their world of ecstasy. The one they had created for themselves, where only they existed and passion was theirs to fulfill. Her body throbbed from their impassioned coupling of yesterday into the wee hours of the morning an even though she was exhausted, she was more contented than she had ever been in her entire life.

  She thought of the days ahead; Jordan would be going out of Town, to the western section of the island, Negril to be exact, this morning as there would be an annual weekend of partying where persons came from all around the world to attend, hence most of the attention would be diverted to that end of the island. His hotels had received an influx of booking so he had to be there to make sure everything went as smooth as possible. She on the other hand would join him on Thursday as the band would be performing at a grand affair to kick off the weekend.