Look Closer: No Safe Words Here 1-4 out of 5. Boxed Set (16 page)

It was a nice, subtle trick, and in his strong hands it made my lower body jiggle, and things in low places pull apart and come back together in a most enjoyable way.

He slid his hands around the sides of my jeans, and then inside between my panties and the denim, and slowly pushed them off my hips, and then just as slowly down my legs.  I placed my hands on his broad, strong shoulders as he pulled each pant leg down and off my bare feet.

And then his arms wrapped around my hips, and his handsome, beard-stubbled mug caressed so maddeningly gently against the sensitive flesh of my abdomen and then, ever so slowly, on lover. 

Jake’s hands gripped my ass possessively as he worked arms around my hip until my panties started to slip off my hips as well.

Hot flashes of lust mixes with cool, sensuous shivers as my silk undies slid away and there was nothing between my naked flesh and his—or where his face rested against my bare lap.

My knees started to shake as Jake turned his face and started to kiss the flesh between my belly button and my pubic area.  As his kissed moved lower, and his tongue joined in, licking the flesh where ever he’d just kissed it with his soft, beautiful kips, I dig my nails into the flesh of his shoulders. 

My knees turned to jelly, and the only thing that kept me on my feet was his strong arms latched about my hips, his calloused, rough hands cupping my ass.  And then he his face dipped down, and his mouth made contact with my sex, his lips soft on my too often ignored mound, and then those lips parted and the kiss deepened as his tongue licked up into my vaginal lips.  My legs went limp beneath him, yet I stayed suspended in his arms—good lord he was strong…

My mind exploded with pleasure, rapture clawing at heart, making it pound faster and faster in my chest.  I whimpered as he licked and sucked and gently bit his way around my pussy.  I writhed above him, having nothing to hold onto except his tan, hard shoulders…and his thick, dark head of two inch long, wavy hair.

Jake made hungry sounds as he feasted at my sex, and every single sound and rumble made my insides quiver and tighten all the more.

All at once molten lust pumped almost painfully through my veins, and my heart fluttered and banged in my chest.  My entire body clenched, every muscle, every fiber of my being tightening in excruciating…pleasure?

I’m having a heart attack…

And then a wave of utter euphoria washed over me like the riptide of the ocean, quenching the hellish burning that pumped in my veins, and down deep in the core of my sex.  I went limp from head to toe, my upper falling, wilted down Jake’s muscular back.

I gasped and reveled at the feel of his smooth, tanned flesh rubbing against my skin.  My hands grabbed for something to hold onto…and found the tight, supple orbs of Jake’s heavenly ass.

He chuckled as he lifted me in a fireman’s carry and lugged me into the walk-in shower.  He set me on the ledge of the shower—I’d always wondered why Tom had wanted a ledge in the shower deep enough to sit on.  He’d said it was so he could scrub his feet better.  I had used it only to shave my legs on.

But now I sat there are the world swirled dreamily around me, like steam.  I watched Jake turn the shower on, testing the water with his still oil stained hands, before stepping under the hot spray and letting it soak him from head to foot.

My god he looked even better wet!  Every tight muscle, every inch of flesh, just shined and glistened in the sunlight washing through the bathroom window. 

He turned to me, and that thick, uncut cock had grown, hardened and flopping from side to side as he sauntered back to me.  It…no, he was beautiful, and for the first time in my life I hungered to taste that male hardness.  I wanted him in my mouth…to return the oral pressure he’d given me moments ago.

I leaned up and wrapped my hand around the smooth, soft skin that covered the steely hardness within—how was that even possible?—and stroked that long, thick piece of him.  It pulsed in my grasp, and he moaned, his hips jerking forward a few degrees.

He was so hard that his cock no longer looked uncut.  It just looked like the most beautiful thing in the world—a part of him that I wanted to feast on, to take into myself over and over, until the world melted away and there was only he and I…

But first, that first taste…

I gently pulled the thick staff to the side, stroking my hand out to its tip, bending it so I could see the veins and creamy flesh of its underbelly.  It looked so muscular from this vantage.  I leaned in and pressed my lips to it, kissing him, and then darting my tongue out and licking at soft, shower dampened flesh.  The taste was smooth and warm on my tongue, and I licked again, this time a long, wet lap from just under his balls—which rolled and brushed against my cheek—on up that thick staff.  I felt every muscular ridge, every hard bulge. 

I did this a few times, since Jake groaned and rumbled so expressively, his hands twining in my hair, but not grabbing and holding, just letting my hair run through his fingers.  I nuzzled my face down low every time, licking and sucking at his testicles like they were the sweetest candy, before traveling back up to his jerking, throbbing cock.

Jake was breathing hard like he had been running or his life.  I made him gasp and stop breathing all together for a few beats.  I opened my mouth and drew the head of his manhood into my wet, warm mouth.  My tongue lapped and swirled at the soft, tapered head of him, feeling that flesh pulse and grow even harder in my mouth.

I had my hand wrapped around the base of him as I pulled more of him into my mouth.  He tasted spicy and exotic, but there was his warm, smooth taste underneath it, a soothing balm against the fiery pulse of my heartbeat.

I felt my gag reflex kick in about four inches down his gorgeous, thick shaft, and truthfully, my mouth was starting to stretch to its limit with just that in my mouth, so I backed off, running my lips and tongue over his cock, and then headed back in.  This time I made it farther, but almost choked as I tried to push past it.  I tried until my eyes water and tears ran over my cheeks.  So I moved back out again and swirled my tongue around the head of his prick again. 

He was moaning and groaning incoherently as I cocked on his cockhead like a lollipop.  But when I opened up wide again to take him into my mouth, I felt his hands fall from my hair and grasp my shoulders, their rough flesh wonderfully abrasive against my skin.  He pulled his hips back, pulling his manhood unhappily from my lips.

“Good god, woman…” he gasped breathlessly.  “Keep that up and I’m going to cum right now.”

I smiled up at him.  The thought of him climaxing in my mouth was a pretty good thought.

He saw the look on my face and grinned, shaking his head admonishingly.  “I’m not near done with you, Lila Sherwood.”

He bent at the waist, gripped me under my arms and pulled me to my feet.  My legs were working now, and I merely swayed dizzily on my feet, falling and sliding against the smooth, slickness of his wet chest.

His erection rolled and rubbed against my belly and slid down over my hip.  I gulped as he pulled me up under the hot spray of the shower, soaking me and him.  He held one arm around me, his hand rough and strong at the base of my spine, the other touched my face, fingers grazing my cheek as he leaned in and kissed me, this time so deep, so dark, so demanding.  His free hands caressed down my neck, over my collar bone, and then dipped down to fondle my breasts.  Squeezing, pinching, and rubbing their tender flesh until I cried out into his mouth.  He ate my cries, my gasps and moans like they were his favorite desert.

His other hand slid down and grasped one of my ass cheeks as the other felt down my ribs, over my clenching stomach and then lower.  His fingers pushed up into me, two, maybe three of them, and his thumb played with my clitoris as his strong, calloused fingers opened me up and searched out the lay of the land between my legs.

“Oh, god…” I rasped, my head falling against his shoulder as his fingers wriggled and explored my sex.  And then his hand fingers pulled out of me.  A heartbeat later I felt his hard manhood pushing at my opening, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and my legs around his hips, as he pushed his cock up into me, one wondrous inch at a time, until I was full to bursting, and his groin was locked flush with mine.

He’d pinned me to the tile wall of the shower, and my back arched at the cold feel of it.

It had been a pretty long time…hell, I couldn’t even remember when it last had happened,   So it hurt for a few mind numbing seconds, until my vaginal walls relaxed and stretched to accommodate him.  He moved his hips with a gentle rolling motion, and those small, lovely movements brought me over to pure pleasure.  I felt myself turn slick and wet around the girth of him, my body self lubricating itself to make mating all the easier, and enjoyable.

I mentally rolled my eyes at my own thoughts.  I was channeling some sex education program masquerading as soft core porn I’d watched once on HBO.   Or had it been that hysterical Canadian woman on the Oxegen Network?  She’d fielded sex question via phone-in viewers, her answers frank and rooted in her own nursing expertise.

I had a clear, funny flash of her slightly accented voice saying, “Now is no time to be a lady.” She was talking about giving better blowjobs.  “Go ahead and drool.  Then you can use that as lube as you stroke the part of him you can’t fit in your mouth.”

I was going to have to use that technique the next time I “went down” on him.

But then Jake rocked his hips back, pulling his hard cock out of me until only the tapered head of him was still inside me, and then he thrust back into me, all the way, yanking a cry of ecstasy from my lips as my arms and legs wrapped all the tighter about him, and my insides tightened like a vice around his huge, throbbing shaft.

I lost control and sank my teeth into the tasty tanned flesh of his shoulder as he pulled his hips back and repeated the thrusting impaling of my body and soul.

I tasted blood and immediately jerked back.  I had barely broken the skin, but still, I’d injured him.

“I’m so sorry,” I gasped, shaking my head, my eyes transfixed on the shallow, bloody marks my teeth had inflicted.

Jake stretched his neck and looked where I’d bit him.  A proud, crazy grin played at his lovely lips. 

He looked to me, deep into my eyes.  “I’m not.” And then he kissed me again, hard and deep and oh-my-fucking-god incredible.

He kissed me, long and gentle, and hard and demanding, as he rocked and thrust and fucked himself up into me.  My legs, hips and butt were flexing and pulling, trying to make each and every one of his thrusts into me harder and deeper. 

That overwhelming feeling of searing hot liquid bubbling through my blood began to rise again.  But this time it just kept getting hotter, my heart throbbing and pounding faster and harder, until I was sure I was about to burst into blames—whether I was under the spray of a shower of not.

And then I felt that wave of release building in the distance, like a great wave growing deep in the unseen ocean, before it comes barreling to shore to crash on the parched sans of an unsuspecting beach.

Was this an orgasm? 

I’d thought I’d had an orgasm before, with Tom.  That tingly feeling I’d get right before he would pour himself into me.  That feeling of satisfying him…

That wasn’t an orgasm?

No…
  my mind cried out as the inferno inside me howled for that mighty wave of release to drown it. 
This is what they were all talking about.  This was the real thing, the Big O.

I felt Jake shift his weight, his body flexing and thrusting against me.  He started stabbing his cock up into me with utter abandon, uncontrolled and wild.  He was going to cum too.

Yes, yes, yesyesyes…

And just like that I felt myself orgasm, and the world exploded around me.  I was flying, my body writhing feral and unfettered against Jake’s, and I felt his body tighten and clench as he pounded himself up into me until finally he thrust into me and howled hoarsely against my throat, empting himself inside me, clinging to me for dear life as his manhood jerked and throbbed inside me, his hips rocking slowly back and forth, stroking himself inside me as he twitched and gasped against me.

I sighed, licking his shoulder where the blood had welled up to little droplets. 

It tasted sweet and metallic, and I hadn’t a clue as to why the hell I had just done that.

Of course, why the hell had I just done any of this?

And then I looked to where Jake was panting, the side of his face pressed against my chest, nuzzling against my breasts.

That was why…because I had finally taken what I really wanted.  And I had wanted Jake.

He was still hard and inside me as I looked around me, at the shower I’d bathed in so many times.  Tom had never allowed for us to have sex anywhere but in out bed…and it had hurt like hell when I’d watched him having sex with Marcus Wilkes in the pool.  And then it had been absolutely unbearable when I’d found the evidence that he’d brought that boy into our bed and had fucked him in it, leaving the damn duvet stained with their lust.

So this was good.  My first time having sex with someone other than Tom.  I’d finally gotten to have it somewhere other than flat on my back in a bed, and I’d come not just once, but a magnificent, heart-stopping duo of times.