Words and grunts tumbled through our lips—the room filled with soft breaths, wet sounds, gasps, and delicious moans. He kissed me as deep as he fucked me and with the same brutal intensity. I couldn’t get enough of him, I needed him deeper and harder and faster and he gave it all to me.
A tight, uncontrollable ache began building inside me. It burned through my veins and spread across the skin of my thighs, tightening and tensing every muscle until it bit into every last nerve ending I had. Thick hands threaded through my hair and fisted it tightly, pulling my head back, his mouth devouring mine. Heat surged up through my lower belly and an intense wave of pleasure started building deep inside me. “James,” I whispered frantically into his mouth. I was so close. So close to exploding around him. I pressed my fingertips deeper into his back and locked my ankles tightly around him.
“I feel you, Lex,” he said, slowing down his body into long, languid thrusts. That made it worse, the sensation of pleasure and hot-coiled need. It made me desperate to come, yet I lingered on the edge of it, feeling the spiraling ache get slowly bigger and bigger. “Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock,” he said in a hoarse voice. His words tore at my flesh, knocked the wind out of me, making me utterly breathless. The sensation pulsed and throbbed and ached so intensely, tears welled at my eyes. It was never like this. Never like this.
My vagina literally exploded.
I clawed into his back and cursed out his name. And he didn’t stop. No, he rode me through it, jaw locked tight, eyes fixed on mine, until my chest was ripped open and my heart was torn right out. He thrust in deep, hard strokes until I was tightening and contracting in insane pulses around him, and he was grinding his teeth and bucking violently above me, coming so hard and violently I came again.
We lay there, eyes fixed on each other, a long moment of silence stretching out between us. My heart rate slowed and my body calmed…our expressions probably identical. I never knew sex could be like that. Something deep in my chest tingled; heat bloomed and spread out. Jameson hesitantly reached up and gently stroked his fingers through my hair. I crawled closer into him as he curled a strand of my hair around his finger. He slowly closed in and brushed his lips over mine. I’d never even been kissed like that before.
This wasn’t going to end well, was it?
In three weeks, I was going to be absolutely head over heels in love with my boss and it was going to be completely one-sided.
15
Jameson
“I hereby elect myself the supreme sexual humpetarian. Ladies form one line, please. Let me show you how it should be done.” @Kavon #HumptasticMorning #FoundMyFavoriteVagina #Cocksmith
We slept in separate rooms the first night. I needed time away from her—from the sexy smell of her skin and the taste of her lips. I watched television until midnight. I even read all the tourism brochures that were placed in the desk drawers. All while holding her fantasy list in my hand and remembering the way her body tightened and loosened around me as she came. The scene was on instant replay in my mind the whole night. I felt her list crumple inside my fist, my face a tight mask of what the fuck just happened. I can still hear her small gasps and breathy moans in my head, I can still see the shocked looked on her face after she came—and the way she covered herself with the sheets self-consciously afterward. The worst was the goddamn pang in my chest when I left her in bed, and how I stumbled out of that room, lips tight, shoulders tense, sharp inhales—wondering where the hell I just lost control of this entire situation.
I’d slept with a lot of women.
A lot.
Not one of those experiences could come close to what I just had with Lexa.
Not one.
That was some heavy shit. So heavy, I decided the best thing to do was fill the next day with a bunch of touristy things for honeymooners to try to get my dick to stop thinking it was going to permanently move in to Lexa.
That plan fell to crap, because no matter where we went or what we did, I couldn’t keep my damned hands off her. The way she smiled up at me and the touch of her soft lips on mine—one small touch, just one small look, and I instantly felt it ache in my groin.
By the afternoon, I was sexually frustrated and the locals were warning us about a small storm. Lexa didn’t even bat her lashes; she dipped her feet into the lapping waters of the ocean and waited for the swell of the storm.
When the skies suddenly opened up and it finally rained, she spread out her arms and twirled in the downpour. With her blouse instantly soaked with rain, she held her head back and laughed. I watched, sipping a beer. I’ve never known anyone else like her. We made our way back over the rainy beach to our villa and she twirled the whole way, kicking up the soft, wet sand.
“Do you want to shower before dinner?” she asked me, rain-soaked and smiling as we walked through the balcony doors.
“No,” I said.
“Couples massage?”
“No,” I repeated, stepping closer to her. The wet fabric of the shirt clung to her skin, her dark hair wildly plastered in thick, wet strands across her cheeks.
Her eyes questioned me, fixing on me, wondering. A cool breeze blew in from an open window and the rain pounded down over our heads, drumming noisily into the slats of the roof. But, looking at her soaked body, it suddenly didn’t feel cool any longer. No. Instead, a slow, thick electric sort of charge heated up around us.
She wiped the wet hair off her face to get a better look at me. “You okay, Jameson?” She stepped past me and smiled. Her shirt was completely see-through now; her rose tipped nipples peeking out had me gritting my teeth.
“Number one,” I said darkly.
Her steps faltered. She looked at me over her shoulder with wide eyes. “Number one?” she asked no louder than a whisper. Shit, she was scared. Why did she always feel so insecure? She was confident in everything else but this.
“Bed. Now.” My words were curt. Demanding.
There was no hesitation. She went.
I tore off my suit jacket. It splattered damply to the floor. Quickly, I unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my tie. I was going to use the tie.
The tie and my belt.
And a pocketknife.
I was going to make her know exactly how her body—her sexuality—could make a man feel.
She was standing at the foot of the bed when I walked in after her. She looked lost, shoulders trembling, water dripping from her hair.
“Lay down. Stretch your hands over your head.”
Her eyes widened a fraction, yet she did exactly as I said.
I quickly buckled my belt around her wrists, pinning them together, and then tied the belt to the frame of the bed. I couldn’t hide my smile when the sound of her breathing quickened into heavy, whispered gasps or when her thighs rubbed together and squeezed.