Page 18 of Jorax
“I want to taste you, Syrryn. Learn your secret places. Adore you with my mouth and tongue.”
Adoreme? Warmth explodes in my pelvis with those words. How long have I yearned to be precious to someone? It’s in his eyes, in his words, in every touch.
All he needs is my slightest nod before he reaches down, lifts me, and sets me on my feet.
As slowly as I undressed him, carefully unwrapping him like an early birthday present, is the opposite of how he undresses me. His thick fingers waste no time hitting the autozip of my sparkling princess dress and although he’s never gotten this far with a woman before, he managed to remove my bra and panties as though it was a timed event.
It’s only when I’m naked that he slows, then stops, then steps back and allows himself a look at me. His low moan of appreciation is punctuated by trembling hands as he looks me up and down and up again.
“So beautiful,” he breathes. “Syrryn, you're shockingly beautiful. You take my breath away.”
His naked admiration makes me suddenly shy, shifting the mood until he steps forward and yanks me into an embrace. He lifts me, his hands securely under my armpits as I straddle his waist, somehow tucked against him with his cock riding my drenched slit.
“You’re going to tutor me, Syrryn. I’ll be your only pupil for the rest of your lifetime as you begin an endless series of lessons, teaching me how to make you squeal in pleasure, pant until your mouth is dry, and come until your muscles are spent.”
I don’t know where my shy Jorax disappeared to, but I love this new replacement. Except the time for words is over. “Show me,” I say to urge him into action.
He gently tosses me onto the mattress, grips my ankles and yanks them open wide, and then nudges his knees between my thighs.
“Don’t hesitate to give me pointers,” he says as his long, thick tongue spears into me in one eager thrust.
This may be his first time with a woman, but he’s either studied, or he has damn good instincts. Even his pleasured moans tingle as they hit me in all the right places.
After a swift moment of too much pressure directly on my clit, and an instant redirection of his thick finger, he manages to build my arousal with a deft touch. Lips, fingers, sucking, flicking, he masters my body as though he was born for this one task.
All I can do is burrow my fingers through his coarse hair, spread my thighs wider, and let him know by my sighs and moans and whispered encouragement how much I’m enjoying his ministrations.
When he slides a thick finger inside me, I hiss in pleasure and coo his praises until a second digit joins the first.
“Yes,” is all he needs to hear before he strikes up a slow, deliberate rhythm that causes my eyes to roll into the back of my head as I press my hips closer to him, stopping only when I worry I’ll suffocate him.
“Oh!” It’s all I’m capable of saying—one word, two letters.
His lovemaking is perfect, until it’s not, until I need more. Somehow he intuits my needs and speeds up, then pounds harder as his tongue kicks into overdrive, flicking my clit so fast I know I won’t last another minute.
My orgasm hits me like a tsunami, like a force of nature crashing to shore. My muscles tighten in pure pleasure as my mind spiralsto that nowhere place outside of the bounds of space and time and physics.
I’m alone, dancing among the stars until I remember my fingers are tethered to Jorax as he eases me through another round of clenching spasms until I fall back to reality, on my bed with a huge, hulking brilliant male naked between my legs.
He’s slowed his attentions, but is still nursing my blissed-out body through my aftershocks. Although I want to tease him, accuse him of lying about being a virgin because, let’s face it, no one has played my body that well before—I don’t.
Instead, I nudge him to join me, splayed the wrong way across my bed, until our faces are even with each other.
“Did you say something about an endless series of lessons, doctor? Another day or two of that and you’ll be qualified to teach. You’ll be able to add professor to your long line of accomplishments.”
I press my palm to his face, the face that bears his pain as clearly as a roadmap shows direction. It’s now so dear to me I could live for a hundred more years and never tire of gazing at it.
“Mmm.” He nuzzles my neck.
I’m getting to know him well. He’s embarrassed by my praise. A picture flashes through my mind of us years from now. His face will have laugh lines from smiling all the time and he’ll eagerly accept my praises as they easily wash over him. Just a little time with me and the past will be a foggy memory.
“Now, about your little problem,” I say as my hand wanders between our bodies, unerringly finding his mammoth erection. “I have just what the doctor ordered.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“A game called hide the—”
He smothers the last word with a kiss so full of heat and passion it gets me ready for the main event.
