Tainted by Love

by Jones, Gillian

  “I love you. You’re my happy,” is all I can muster as his eyes rake over my full chest and his face starts nuzzling my neck, a hint of tongue running across my neck, jaw and chest.

  “Jesus, you’re spectacular. Tell me, Fruitloop, do the panties match?” he asks, before taking my mouth, ravishing it with his. Our tongues begin their familiar dance. Inhaling one another, we become lost in the sensations, overcome with need for one another. As our tongues duel, he groans, and it’s the sexiest sound I have ever heard. Reaching up, I lock my hands behind his neck, fusing our bodies even closer. He’s driving me insane with desire and excitement. Lowering my hands, I pull on the hem of his undershirt, silently letting him know I want it off. One of his hands rests on the back of my neck, pulling me impossibly closer, while the other grips my hip.

  “I can’t remember what colour they are. Maybe you should check,” I finally gasp, breaking the spell his kisses have on me. I smile against his lips before pulling his shirt off to join mine. He’s a sight, all toned and tanned, his tattoos running everywhere. I want to take the time to explore him, to run my tongue over each vibrant piece: the dragon, the script, the koi fish and the sword piece on his back. But…another time. I’m too far-gone to slow this down.

  “See? Best change of my life. Getting to really touch you.” He slides his hands down my bare ribs, resting his fingers on my waist. “You ready for me?” he asks intently, his eyes boring into mine. I look up to meet them once I’m done perusing his beautiful chest all the way down to that sexy “V” sculpted into his torso, with those muscle cut lines I ache to lick.

  “Fuck, yes,” I admit, while running my hands appreciatively over his taut pecs and arms.

  “Damn, you make me hard. That sexy little mouth of yours…I love hearing you talk dirty, Trin.” He goes down on his knees in front of me, giving me an upside-down glimpse of his amazing back tattoo as I look over his shoulders. I run my hands along the bit I can see. “IN PERPETUUM ET UNUM DIEM.”

  “What does it mean?” I whisper.

  Pausing, he looks up at me, eyes intense but warm, a boyish smile breaking out over his face. “What, my back tatt? It’s Latin for ‘forever and a day’. It’s always resonated with me, so I got it inked.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, like there isn’t some deeper meaning, and I let it go.

  “It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to explore it up close.”

  “You’re what’s beautiful, Trin,” Hendrix says, kissing down my stomach and taking my flannel pants along for the ride. “Ah, matching panties. Very fucking sexy,” he mutters, placing his mouth against my pussy, his hands on my ass cheeks. Pulling me forward, he inhales me deeply while running his tongue over the scrap of satin that’s covering me. “Spread ’em, Trinny. Let me in.”

  I do it instinctively, my hands tangled in his hair for stability, and I keep them there for balance as he moves his tongue over the inside of my thighs. He licks along the path where my thigh meets my hip, his subtle scruff tickling, making my legs wobble. The sensations cause me to move closer to him, my pussy clenching with desire, my hips starting to buck, hinting at my need for more.

  “Oh, shit, that feels so good…” I blurt, because it really fucking does.

  “These need to come off now. I can’t wait any longer. Finally, I get to taste my sweet Fruitloop,” he says, inhaling me again, acknowledging my not-so-subtle hint. “I can’t wait to get sticky with you, Trin. I fucking ache for you. I need to be inside you,” Hendrix murmurs against my pussy, before slipping my panties off and tossing them behind him. “Look at you, baby. I knew you’d be perfect,” he mutters, sliding his calloused fingers along my lips, no doubt feeling how ready I am.

  37

  Hendrix

  Fuck foreplay.

  I need inside Trinity right now.

  But it’s been two years for her and my girl deserves to be worshipped. And worship her is exactly what I plan on doing, even if I come out looking like a teenage boy for blowing it in my briefs.

  “I want to go slow and explore every inch of you,” I say, taking in her aroused scent while running my finger along her wet lips, “but I don’t know how long I can wait. I’m gonna blow my load just from smelling your sweet pussy.” I add another finger into the mix and run them both along her slit. Looking up, I see her eyes heavy with desire, so dilated they’re almost black. “How about you get on the bed and let me make you feel good, baby? Let me touch you properly,” I beg, looking up at her and seeing her nod in agreement.

  Standing up, I take her mouth with mine as I guide her backwards onto her bed. She really is a work of art, her body toned and lush in all the right places. She’s got killer legs that I can’t wait to feel around my neck, as I fuck her deep. Frozen at the foot of the bed, I take her in. She’s sexy as hell in only her bra, her bare pussy teasing me to come play. I watch her move to the centre of the bed. “Spread your legs for me, Trin. Let me see that wet pussy. And let’s take your bra off. I wanna see those fucking gorgeous tits of yours, too.” I lick my lips in anticipation. My dick is rock hard and throbbing, straining against the fly of my jeans. Unable to take the pressure, I remove my pants, leaving me in my blue boxers.

  “Christ, you’re perfection,” I say, moving to the bed. Resting one knee on the mattress, I move my hand along her thighs before pulling her down closer to me, where she belongs. Moving back to rest on my haunches, I start to lick up from her left foot, trailing my tongue ever-so-softly over her velvet skin. Nibbling at her calf, I run my hand up her other leg, while my tongue continues its slow languid movements toward the final destination. The teasing causes her to squirm and to try to move up the bed.

  Hearing her admit she was thinking about me this afternoon has made me horny as fuck. Then hearing that she loved me nearly knocked me on my ass. My heart and soul have never felt so completely connected to another being as they do with this girl. I’ll be thankful everyday for the time I have with her, no matter how long it turns out to be. Trinity Adams was made for me. I will make sure she never feels anything but love between us. And right now, I’m going to show her just how much I crave, love and adore her.

  “Come back down here, baby. I’m gonna taste you.” I lean over the foot of the bed, positioning myself above her pussy.

  “God, Hendrix, yes,” she says, voice trembling.

  “Are you nervous, sweetheart?” I ask, giving her legs one last tug, getting her right where I want her—with her ass off the bed’s edge. Running my hands up her smooth legs, I say, “You’re so fucking soft, too fucking sexy.” She is, and touching her is driving me wild. Trinity deserves to hear how incredible she is, and just how much she affects me. Looking at her, her skin flushed, her breaths shallow, I ask, “Want my mouth on you, Trin? You ready?” I lick my lips, driving home the fact that I’m beyond ready.

  “So much. Excited, too,” she replies, licking her lips. “It’s been too long. You’re sure?”

  “Yes. That’s my girl. I want you to be excited. I’m gonna fix that right now. Just enjoy my mouth while I consume you. No thinking about stupid shit, though, Trin. Focus on feeling me, okay, baby? You’re with me, now.”

  “I—I’ll try,” she nods.

  “That’s my good girl,” I say, running my index finger along her wetness. Shit, she’s more than ready for me. “You’re fucking wet, baby. You like my touch, eh?” I ask with a grin, smothering her clit with the pad of my calloused thumb. She bucks off the bed and I swear I’m gonna blow from how responsive she is, like a Ferrari. “Pull your nipples for me, sweetheart. Pull ’em while I suck on your clit and take this pussy with my mouth.”

  “Hendrix! I—caan’t,” she cries, as I put my head down and swirl my tongue over the sensitive nub. I slide two fingers inside. She’s fucking tight, and so fucking warm. Her pussy spasms, clamping down on my fingers, gripping me, and it’s taking everything for me not to completely lose it.

  “My God, you’re tight. Feeling you grip my dick like this is gonna fucking destr
oy me, baby,” I tell her, before taking her clit in my mouth and pulling it just enough that it sends her body reeling. She’s panting as I continue to lick and swirl my tongue down the length of her pussy, my face practically gliding between her lips. She’s so wet, and her taste is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. She’s tangy with that perfect blend of sweet, her pussy soft and velvety against my tongue. “Too fucking sweet,” I say, keeping the momentum, steadying my pace and rocking my tongue and fingers at the same time. I feel her clenching and I know she’s close.

  “Do it, Trin. Grab those luscious tits, and make those nipples hard for me. Get them ready for my mouth.” I look up from between her legs and smile, seeing her give in, wrapping her hands around her beautiful breasts, pulling her rose coloured nipples like I asked. “That’s it, my sexy girl. Fuck, you taste so goddamned good. You should see how fucking hot you look right now, your face pink, your tits bouncing, those big beautiful eyes watching me as I devour you. Yeah, you like my mouth between your legs as much as I do. Shiiiiit, I could stay here all night.”

  “Oh, oh, yes, please! It feels so good, so, so, so good,” Trin moans, her body shaking from the pleasure. Unable to stop myself, the thought of having this woman’s excitement all over my face becomes all too consuming. Her scent and taste drive me to the brink, fuelling my desire to give her everything and have her explode on my tongue. My hands move up her legs. Sliding them under her ass, I grab both cheeks and lift her up, pulling her closer to my mouth. I start relentlessly lapping, licking and sucking her pussy with a wild determination I’ve never known before.

  “O—ohhh, yes, there, there, yeah, yeah,” she calls out, her body heaving and wiggling beneath me as her orgasm rocks through her. She’s left panting and breathless and looking like a fucking goddess.

  “Fuck it, I need inside of you. I need to feel you come on my cock now, Trin. Are you ready?” I ask, moving up her body and lavishing each pert nipple with swirls of my tongue. She tastes like perfection everywhere.

  “God, yes. So ready. I want you inside me, I’m more than ready,” Trin says, but then starts to sit up, a look of panic crossing her face. “Oh, no. Shit. I’m sorry,” she pauses, her hand flying to her face.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” I move her away.

  “We didn’t use the dental dam,” she says, leaning up on her elbows, her facial expression one of worry.

  Rolling off her and to the side, I move up the short distance to join her, and lean my back against the headboard. “Trin,” I pull her around and up towards me. Good thing she’s tiny; I easily manage to position her so she straddles me. Running my thumb down her cheek, I ask: “Truth?”

  “Always.”

  “There was no way I was using that thing. Condoms are enough of a barrier between us when we make love. There was no way I wasn’t tasting you. Screw the dam.” I rest my forehead against hers. “That all right with you?”

  “Yes,” she nods.

  “Now…do you want me?”

  “Yes, I want you inside me, badly. Hendrix, now. No more waiting.”

  With that, she arches her back, reaching over to the nightstand for a condom. I lick up her breastbone to lap at her tits.

  “You gonna ride me, Fruitloop?” I ask, moving us down to the centre of the bed, positioning us so she’s wrapped around me, her legs on either side of my thighs hugging me tightly. Her tits rub against me and it feels sensational, the hardness of her nipples bumping along my chest, turning me on more and more with each shift and movement. Her gorgeous ass rests in my hands, which are ready to help glide her tightness up, down, and all around, over and over, when she rides my rock-hard cock.

  “Yeah, I want to. I’m well-past ready for this,” she replies, as she rips open the condom package, then reaches down between us and sheaths me. Tingles. That’s what her hands on my cock for the first time feel like. It’s a feeling of rightness that’s being perfectly defined before my eyes; Trinity Adams is going to be my undoing.

  Raising herself back into cowgirl position, she slowly lowers herself onto me. Feeling her slip me inside her body is surreal. Her hot walls grip my shaft as if they’re welcoming me home. The warmth of her pussy hugs me, pulling me right into the place we both want my cock to be—deep inside of her. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” I moan, thrusting up, moving so she can take every inch of me. It’s a euphoric feeling, instantly addictive. She leans forward and our chests rub together, and her nipples harden immediately from the contact, making my dick even harder. I will need to have this every day for the rest of my life.

  “Fuck, Trin,” I gasp up at her. “Is this what love feels like? ’Cause, I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

  I hold her tight while she moves her hips, rocking them ever so slowly. God, I love her. When I’m with her I’m overwhelmed, and captivated. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s perfection, the way her body just melts with mine, her tits bouncing on my chest, her pussy sucking me into her, and her tiny moans—all for me. “Fuck, baby, this feels too goddamn good.”

  “Yes,” she says, and reaches up to run her hands through the back of my hair, her breathing low and hitched as I push up into her, moving in and out and grinding myself against her clit. It’s a languid motion, perfection as our bodies connect for the first time. “I’ve never felt anything this right in my life. Nothing compares to the way I feel being with you.”

  Our eyes and lips find each other once again as she picks up the pace; after a few beats however, she sits back up, leaving my lips feeling neglected and longing for more. Trin leans way back, her hands behind her on the mattress to bear her weight, and the movement gives me a perfect view of her magnificent body. I stare down to where we’re connected, and can see my cock as it slips and slides in and out of her slippery pussy. Her tits bounce while she thrusts and swivels her hips around my cock, breathing heavily, moans of pleasure escaping with each push, taking me into her lithe body all the way to the hilt. The room is filled with the sounds of our desire, our bodies moving and breathing in sync, and the whispers of how good this all feels. Lana Del Rey’s “Young and Beautiful” plays and Trin moans, suddenly picking up the pace as tempo changes. She rocks sexily on top of me, her hips taking me hard and fast, bringing us both to the precipice. Her pink bangs flap against her sweaty forehead in time to the rhythm. Our eyes lock and then, with a few swift and frenzied moves of our hips, the intensity of the feeling builds until it can’t go any higher and we tip over the edge, both shouting out and exploding at the same time.

  Our hearts beat erratically. Our breaths are uneven as we come back down. I pull her down to me and kiss her forehead, wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, enjoying the moment.

  “Jesus, you’re incredible. That was incredible. Thank you for giving that part of yourself to me, Trin. It means everything. I love you.”

  “I love you, Hendrix. Thanks for being patient with me. Thank you for making love to me, for making it special. For today. For being you,” she says, gazing at me, her beautiful face serious. A lone tear escapes down her cheek. She smooths it away before adding, “I can’t wait to do that again. You ready?”

  She gives me one of those smiles, the ones that not only lighten her whole face, but my whole goddamn world. I laugh and stretch out on the mattress, dragging her down to lay beside me, her head resting on my chest. Perfect.

  In Perpetuum Et Unum Diem. Forever and a day, that’s how long I’ll love this girl. I was being honest before; I never knew why that phrase struck me so intensely when I first saw it, but now it’s never been clearer.

  It was meant for her.

  38

  Trinity

  It’s been too many days since Andrea’s allowed me to visit but rather than bitch about it, I let it go. I need to make the most of whatever time I get to spend with her. We text daily, but she’s been bypassing my attempts to visit her in the Palliative Care Unit at the hospital.

  Then when a text arrived this morning asking if I cou
ld come see her, I literally dropped everything—including my date with Hendrix—so I could be here. To say I was happy was an understatement.

  “Thanks for coming, Trin. She’s been asking for you all day,” Simon tells me as we enter Andrea’s room. I notice he looks pale, tired, and his usually twinkling blue eyes are dull, telling me he’s hurting, worried. He gives me his best attempt at a smile before rubbing his hand along his jaw, his ginger-coloured stubble now a full beard. We both pull our face masks over our noses and mouths.

  Making my way over to Andrea’s bed, I smile down at her before giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. I arrange her usual order of a tall gingerbread latte—along with the black coffee I brought for Simon—on the small table.

  “I have,” she says. “It’s true. But only because I missed the smell of gingerbread and needed some Hendrix gossip. Quit your fussing and sit,” she says. I take off my pea green winter coat and hang it on the back of the chair.

  “Patience, woman, I just got here. Behave or I’ll tell you nothing,” I quip, taking a seat.

  “I just want to know about the sex. The rest of the gushy shit you can keep to yourself,” she laughs, and I internally cringe, noticing how laboured her laughter is, more of a series of wheezes. And her breathing is more erratic and shallow-sounding than the last time I was here.

  It was Simon who’d texted this morning and asked if I’d stop by, saying Andrea needed to talk to me. Hendrix offered to come up, but I figured I’d best come alone until I knew what she needed to tell me. I really want Andrea and Simon to meet Hendrix, but I want to make sure she’ll be all right with it. Even though she texts me everyday telling me to bring her my eye candy, I want to be sure she’d actually be up to it. Hendrix, being Hendrix, was fine about not being invited along for the visit, but was adamant that he be the one to drive me to and from the hospital. He knows how hard these visits are and he didn’t want me driving upset. Plus, it’s been snowing off and on for the last few days. I thought he was being over-protective, but caved anyway because it’s an awesome feeling having someone care so much about your wellbeing…I mean, someone other than your aunt and uncle.