by Lacey Legend
“Look. Just please answer my question. Whatever your answer is-“
“Am I going to have to distract you from continuing to ask your question, Jasmine?”
Even in the dim light of a single small lamp in the living room, I could see that his eyes held a distinct glint, and I suddenly developed a fluttering sensation in my stomach. I loved it when his eyes got this particular little glint. It usually meant that I was soon in for one seriously amazing time in the bedroom.
Taking a step closer to me, Fed continued. “Because I can try to distract you from thinking about your question, if you’d like.”
With the butterflies in my stomach intensifying, I shook my head. “Nope. You can’t. I’m pretty determined to find out the answer to my question. I highly doubt I can be distracted.”
This wasn’t exactly the truth.
“Well, will you at least let me try?”
I spoke with my pulse pounding. “You can try, I guess, but…good luck.”
I knew full well what I’d just given him consent to do, which was try to distract me with his mouth, his hands, and maybe even certain other parts of his body. The rational part of my mind was asking me if I was really certain that I wanted things to head in this direction; however, the non-rational part of my mind was screaming the word yes.
With his eyes still glinting, Fed slowly took another two steps toward me. Then, he gently took my chin and tilted it upward, so that I was directly looking into his eyes. “Do you have any clue how unbelievably gorgeous I think you are?”
I didn’t.
“No, but you can tell me, if you want.”
With a little smile playing around the edges of his full lips, he moved his hands to the small of my back and pulled me close. “All right. You’re only so unbelievably gorgeous that sometimes when I see you, I feel as if I’ve had the wind knocked right out of me.”
“You’re exaggerating, I’m sure.”
I felt like he had to be.
“No…I’m not.”
His face was entirely sober now, and his eyes were completely glint-free.
“The truth is that sometimes when I look at you, I literally forget to breathe for a second or two. I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you in my life.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck and muscular shoulders, I decided to tease him a little bit. “Well, haven’t you ever seen any supermodels? What about that new one from Argentina? She seems to do ‘gorgeous’ pretty darn well.”
“Nonetheless, she isn’t a fraction as gorgeous as you are. She doesn’t have the same heart-stopping spark in her eyes that you do when you laugh and smile. She doesn’t have the same sweet, delectable lips, and she doesn’t have the kind of stunning curves that can make a man feel half-insane with desire.”
“And you’re saying that I do?”
I really couldn’t believe he was actually saying that my body was more desirable to him than a supermodel’s. I’d always had a decent body, I guessed, with a small waist, fairly full breasts, and good muscle tone, and other people had always seemed to admire it; but I had certainly never thought that it was perfect by any means, primarily because my hips and rear had more than a little extra thickness that I didn’t exactly think was flattering on my small, short-ish frame.
In response to what I’d asked him, though, about whether I really had curves that could make a man half-insane with desire, as he’d said, Fed actually snorted. “You really have to ask me that question? I guess I’ve probably done a pretty good job at hiding some of the little looks I can’t help but give you sometimes.”
He actually hadn’t done that good of a job, honestly. Many times while out in public with him, I’d caught him giving me what I was pretty sure were intensely desirous sort of looks, and once, I’d been pretty sure that I’d caught him openly looking at my rear with a certain look of hungry intensity in his eyes. Since then, our activities in the bedroom had shown me that he did have some kind of a special affinity for my rear. Still, though, I felt like I wanted to continue teasing him a little.
“Well, if you really think I’m as gorgeous as a supermodel, then I guess just show me. I’m still not even halfway to full distraction about the question I wanted to ask you, you know.”
I’d honestly kind of forgotten what that question even was.
With the hint of a smile just faintly ghosting across his handsome features in the dim light, Fed lowered his face and brought his mouth to mine, causing me to make a very quiet, involuntary moan of pleasure. Even while we’d been talking, with our bodies pressed together, I’d been able to feel his cock stiffening, becoming a distinct bulge in the front of his pants. Now I fully reveled in the feel of his hardness, which quickly increased as we kissed.
It wasn’t long before he moved his hands to my rear, caressing and kneading it, and not long after that, he broke our kiss and spoke in a low, husky voice. “What do you say we continue your distraction in your bedroom.”
I was pretty close to being fully distracted anyway, but still, I said okay.
Chapter15
We’d been in my bedroom for all of about half a minute when I had Fed completely out of his clothes, having practically ripped them off, running my hands all over his skin and hard muscles while I did so. I’d also feasted my eyes on his glorious cock, which already seemed to be fully erect, standing tall, proud, and practically granite-hard.
After pulling me close, he began kissing me again, plundering my mouth with his tongue. He also let his large, strong hands begin to freely roam, first going to my face and hair, then to my breasts, and then to my rear, kneading each full globe with just enough pressure that it felt incredibly good but didn’t hurt. Quietly moaning into his mouth, I soon developed a distinct ache low in my belly, which joined a distinct tingling sensation between my slick pussy lips. I wanted Fed badly, more and more with each passing moment.
When he broke our kiss and began undressing me, which he did somehow reverently, a tremor of anticipation rippled through my stomach, because I loved to savor the look on his face when he first saw my naked body. When we’d entered my bedroom, he’d flicked on a small nightstand lamp, and it was near the golden glow of this light that he finished undressing me, tossing my pajamas on the floor behind me. When he took a step back so that he could see me better, raking his gaze from my head to my toes, his breath hitched in his throat, and he didn’t speak for a moment or two.
“Every single time I see your naked form, I just think that you’re so unbelievably beautiful, Jasmine. You’re utterly gorgeous.”
With his hungry gaze, his words, and the huskiness in his voice turning me on even further, I responded, my own voice a little husky. “Please go ahead and show me with your touch what parts of my body you think are especially gorgeous.”
I was honestly becoming almost desperate to feel his hands all over my body again.
“How about if I show you with my touch and my kiss?” he said.
That sounded even better to me, and not just a little bit.
“Okay. Show me with your touch and your kiss, then. I want to know which parts of my body in particular really turn you on.”
With his mouth exquisitely firm and warm, he started with my face, planting a slow line of kisses down one side of my jawbone. He then brought them up to my mouth, where he let his lips linger briefly before trailing his kisses lower, down my throat and to my collarbone, making me sigh, feeling my slick pussy lips becoming even wetter. From my collarbone, he slowly trailed his kisses even lower, to the space between my breasts, then moved his kisses to each of them in turn, trailing his mouth in a tight circle around each of my nipples. Next, he dropped to his knees in front of me and slowly trailed his kisses down my stomach to my thighs, with a few low growls rumbling in his chest while he did so. I was beginning to get a little bit noisy myself, probably unable to stop making soft moans and sighs if my life had depended on it.
When Fed gently lifted one of my feet and placed it on the b
edframe, then gripped my rear, providing me with a little support, my soft moaning became a little louder. “Yes. Please, Fed. This.”
I desperately hoped that he was about to do what I thought he was. Soon, to my joy and relief, he confirmed my suspicions, planting a lingering, firm kiss on my pussy mound, groaning with apparent pleasure while he did so. With my breathing more than a bit fast and ragged, I wound my fingers in his thick, dark hair, unable to stop myself from trying to guide his mouth exactly where I wanted it to go. He seemed intent on teasing me a little first, though, pressing his lips to my pussy mound a few more times until I was practically begging.
“Please, Fed. No more teasing. I can’t wait any longer.”
Possibly hearing the desperation and desire that was evident in my voice, he finally lowered his face just slightly, gripping my rear a little tighter at the same time, and raked his tongue over my clit with just the right level of firmness.
Gasping, I immediately threw my head back, further tangling my fingers in his hair. “Yes. Right there. Please don’t stop, Fed. It feels so good.”
He didn’t stop, soon raking his tongue over my tingling, throbbing clit a bit faster, making me moan between gasps of pleasure.
“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
As incredibly good as his very intimate attention felt, after a couple of minutes, the foot that was supporting my weight began to cramp slightly. This was despite Fed still supporting my hips, trying to give me a little help. My foot that was propped up on the bedframe also began sliding a little. Because of all this, I knew I couldn’t sustain our current positioning much longer, but that was honestly fine. I could feel that I was quickly approaching a climax, and I’d decided that I wanted to experience it with Fed inside of me. So, with him still rapidly flicking his tongue across my clit, making low groans of apparent pleasure every so often while he did so, I struggled to find my voice.
“Please, Fed…I want to feel you inside me now. This feels so good, but I want to cum with your cock filling me.”
Never with any of my previous boyfriends had I been so vocal and specific about what I wanted in the bedroom. There was something about Fed, though, that had always made me feel completely comfortable in just outright saying what I wanted.
Seemingly very eager to comply with my request that he fill me with his cock, he slowly rose to his feet, scooped me up as if I were a feather, and gently set me in my bed. After climbing in beside me, he didn’t waste any time, taking me in his arms and then rolling me onto my back, parting my legs with a knee. Right after, he slid into my slick pussy with one long, powerful thrust, filling me completely. Crying out with pleasure, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes back into my head, nearly cumming right then.
Before beginning to thrust, Fed hiked my legs up on his shoulders, which made me softly moan in anticipation, knowing that this would allow him to penetrate me as deeply as possible. With quiet grunts that only further heightened my pleasure, he began thrusting with long, slow movements, pulling his rock-hard shaft almost completely out of me before sliding it back into my depths once again. I’d thought that I would to try to climax with him, once I could sense his own orgasm coming.
However, I could quickly tell that this would not be happening. I just simply wasn’t going to make it. With him filling me so completely and sliding into me so deeply, on top of the pleasure and stimulation that he’d already given me with his tongue, I couldn’t have held back even if I’d tried my hardest. Before very long, I began crying out, hips bucking to meet his, while the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life crashed over me in waves. That was saying a lot, too, since Fed had given me some that could have only been described as “mind blowing.”
“Yes. Please, Fed. Please don’t stop.”
In response to these words, he began thrusting faster, heightening my pleasure peak even further and making my speech turn into gibberish punctuated by cries and moans at intervals.
My orgasm lasted at least half a minute, which I wouldn’t have even thought was possible before meeting Fed, before the intense sensation finally began to ebb, leaving me as breathless as if I’d just run a mile at a sprint. However, stunning me, I realized that I wanted to continue with our lovemaking, and not just so that Fed could reach his own climax, although that was very important to me. But, also pretty important to me, I realized that I myself wasn’t quite finished experiencing pleasure just yet. I wanted another orgasm like the one Fed had just given me. So, trying to catch my breath, I asked him if I could ride him.
I didn’t have to ask him again. Within seconds, I found myself straddling him with his thick cock deep inside of me, after he’d flipped our positioning with one swift movement.
Within minutes of me beginning to ride him, moving my hips in slow circles with my hands flat on his muscular chest, I felt myself swiftly approaching another climax, somewhat unbelievably. I’d never had two in a row so quickly. Around this time, Fed seemed to approach his, too, and he gripped my hips, thrusting his granite-hard cock upward into my depths at a rapid pace. It wasn’t long before we both reached our peaks just about simultaneously, with me crying out and Fed growling, gripping my hips so hard it was almost painful, but in a way that I very much liked.
Once we were both completely spent, we rested in embrace for a while, just catching our breath, before making our way into the bathroom at my request, where we lathered each other’s bodies under the warm spray of the shower. Not long after we’d returned to bed from our shower, I drifted off to sleep in his strong arms, sure I was probably smiling. Fed had very successfully distracted me from again asking him the question that I’d first asked him when he’d arrived.
The following morning, he again successfully distracted me by bringing me breakfast in bed. After surveying the tray full of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit, I looked up at him with a smile, realizing that although we’d only been separated for two mere days, I’d missed him terribly. And our tumble in bed the night before hadn’t even fully made all my feelings of longing for him go away.
Wearing only a pair of boxers, he slid into bed beside me, seeming to be reading my mind. “God, I’ve really missed you, Jas. Those two days of not seeing you felt like the longest in my entire life.”
After we’d finished our breakfast, some passionate kissing soon led to both of us being completely naked, with our bare skin glowing in the warm sunlight filtering in through the blinds. However, just as Warren began sliding a hand toward my inner thighs, I stopped him.
“We don’t have to get into any lovemaking this morning, you know. If you think it might make you late for work-“
“I’d rather sell the entire company rather than pass up a chance to make love to you.”
The very serious expression he was wearing almost made me want to laugh for some reason, but I didn’t.
“Okay, then. If you say so, then we can…oh. Oh, yes. Right there.”
He’d already moved his hand between my thighs and had begun slowly stroking my clit with a single fingertip, which he knew never failed to get me begging him to make love to me within minutes.
This time was no exception. Soon, in response to my desperate pleas, he positioned me on all fours, then slid his thick cock inside me from behind, making me moan, dropping my face to a pillow. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into my pussy slow and deep, grunting periodically, and after a while, I developed a desperate desire for him to increase his pace.
“Harder, Fed. Please. Faster.”
I knew from some very frank pillow talk conversations we’d had that he loved it when I begged him to thrust harder, finding the request to be a huge turn-on. This worked just fine for me, since with him, I’d become very vocal about what I wanted in bed, and when I wanted it.
In response to my request, he began thrusting hard and fast, sliding his rod inside of me deeply.
“Yes. That feels so good, Fed.”
Good really didn’t even remotely cover how it felt.
A while later, once we’d both showered and dressed, I finally came out of the very distracted haze I’d been in since the night before, and this was because I’d remembered the question that I wanted to ask Fed. The question that I was determined to get an answer to.
He must have somehow sensed this was coming, because when I joined him in the kitchen to grab another cup of coffee, he was sitting at the table with an uncharacteristic expression on his face. It was a look of complete resignation, maybe. And when he spoke, his voice held more than a hint of resignation as well.
“Let’s talk, Jas. You deserve to know the truth.”
*
“Because of my money, I can never fully trust any woman,” Fed said when I joined him at the table. “After what I’ve been through with certain women in the past, it will just never be possible for me again.”
Speechless, I just sat for a few moments before I finally found my voice. “This is why you can never marry me? Because a few women burned you in the past?”
He sighed. “’This’ isn’t exactly nothing. It’s really hard to ever trust again after being completely taken advantage of. It’s not really smart, either, so I’ve chosen to never do it again. And if I can never fully trust a woman ever again, which I can’t, then I have no intention of ever marrying. It just wouldn’t be fair…not to myself, and not to my wife. A good marriage should be built on complete trust.”
“Well, I agree with all this…or at least most of it. I agree about the ‘trust is everything in a marriage’ part, and I at least understand the rest. But, as far as you never being able to fully trust another woman ever again…well, all my feelings for you aside, that’s just not a very good way to live. It’s honestly kind of sad somehow.”