Page 24 of Crave
“Oh… ha!” she cries out, and her thighs quiver.
“Shit.” I’m beyond hard. I can’t take it anymore.“Oh yeah…” I snatch her by her thighs, separating them and slamming my cock deep inside her.
“Oh…” Her pussy grips my dick. “Damn.”
I shiver as my cock pumps in and out of her. I don’t want to shiver, but I can’t stop.Shit.
Her hands brush up and down my back. Her breaths waft against my ear. Every thrust sends billows of pleasure through my dick. I’m too overstimulated.
I’m going to come,though…
Shit.
I close my eyes and concentrate on stopping my release. “Fuck,” I mutter and pin her to the bed, holding her hips still.
It makes it harder when she touches me that way. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling her warm, soft body. Her sexy tenderness gets me excited, too, but I can’t do anything to get a reprieve from that part of her. It’s her soul, her spirit, her being. And then she moans into my ear and whispers, “You feel so good.”
Shit…
I ram my cock deep into her pussy then surgein and out. I see white light as a fucking orgasm seizes my cock. “O-O-Oh!” I call, my lower half convulsing because it feels too damn good. “Bryn,” I whisper when it’s over, and I don’t want it to end.
Bryn Christmas
We remained motionless. Jamison was still on top of me, inside me. Our hearts beat hard against each of our chests. Our heavy breathing needed time to calm.
“That was amazing,” I said.
It was actually better than amazing. Our sex was spiritual, life altering, the sort of lovemaking that marked the beginning of a couple’s forever. But I couldn’t say that out loud.
Jamison’s lips sought and found mine and led me into deep, soul-rousing kissing. We rolled all over the sheets, messing them up. His scent of citrus, vanilla, soap, and raw masculinity made me hornier. Without our mouths breaking apart, Jamison rolled me on top of him.
I tossed my head back, releasing a long sigh when he gripped my torso to lift my right breast to his mouth. The erotic sensations of his soft, wet, warm tongue and the gentle nibbling of his teeth sent sizzling pleasure through my womanhood.
I had no idea if he was building a new erection, but I squeezed my pussy around his manhood and raised my hips, searching for…
“Ah…” Orgasm streaked through my pussy.
Jamison’s dick stretched me. He’d risen again, his cock gliding in and out of me.
Back arched, head back, eyes expanded, staring at the ceiling and caught in wonderful euphoria, I sighed.
Round two.
Later,I lay with my head resting on Jamison’s broad chest. I could hear his heartbeat, and whenever he spoke, it sounded as if his voice was magnified. I clung to him because I chose not to think about the consequences of what we’d just done. The first time Jamison and I made love, I noted that it was different than any other sex I’d ever had. Granted, I’d only had a handful of sex partners in my life, but I’d been pounded by guys who’d wanted me so much they orgasmed within a minute. I’d engaged in clawing, biting, ravishing-each-other, down-and-dirty sex. But after the second time with Jamison, I could honestly conclude that the soulful sensation that had occurred when we first made love hadn’t been a one-time thing.
While rubbing my shoulder, Jamison kissed the top of my head and then planted a delicately deep kiss on my forehead, even using a small amount of tongue.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Meaning?”
“What are we going to do next?”
I sighed. “Well… I have a lot of work to do, and I’m on a tight deadline. My assistants are delayed, so that’s going to set me back…”
“Hey, how about I be your assistant for tomorrow?” Jamison said.
I chuckled.
