“I want you, Jameson.” I could feel the hunger growing inside of me as the warmth spread out through my body. His touch was a slow agonizing torture, a sweet and delicious mixture that I could never get enough of no matter how hard I tried.
He stood at the edge of the bed, watching intently as I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. His hands started at my knees and ran up the length of my thighs, his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and he pulled them off. I reached back and unhooked my bra and threw it to the floor. His lips were on the inside of my thigh, making their way up. I lifted myself up onto my elbows and lifted my feet onto the edge of the bed. His eyes never left mine as he lowered my knees down, spreading my legs completely open. I could feel the moisture building at my entrance as his lips came down onto my clit. I let out a gasp as I fell back onto the bed, panting with every stroke of his tongue. He pulled me toward him, snatching me until my ass was at the very edge of the bed and my legs now wrapped around his head. His tongue ran along the folds of skin until he found my entrance and it ran circles.
I could feel him let out a groan as his fingers made their way inside of me and started moving. I bit my lip in an effort to quell the electricity that was now flowing out from my core, but I failed. As the edge of my orgasm came down upon me I felt my body buck up, shaking as I moaned out loudly. With each tremor Jameson pulled me closer to him, licking and sucking as his fingers continued their assault. My body bowed off the bed as the climax tore through me, leaving my breathless and wanting more. Before I could open my eyes I felt a sudden fullness, stretching and filling me as Jameson planted himself fully inside of me. His body was on top of me and he was pulling me back toward the middle of the bed.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he requested, leaning down and kissing me.
I opened my eyes and the world stopped. He was looking down at me and he slowed, his hips rocking back and forth as the head of his cock hit every delicate nerve inside of my *. I could see myself in his eyes, I could see my future in his eyes. I knew in that moment that I would give up everything to spend the rest of my life with this man. We made love, slow and sweet, our bodies shaking as we came in unison. Each time we would finish we would lay tangled in each other’s arms, listening to each other’s heartbeat.
“I think you’re gonna kill me, woman,” Jameson said, rolling onto his side and brushing the hair back from my face. I looked up at him, my body too sore to consider moving. “You hungry, love?”
“No, I think I’m fine. Not really hungry for food,” I said with a smile, trying to ignore the empty feeling in my stomach, but the growl of hunger gave me away.
“I think your stomach says otherwise,” he laughed, “You want me to run you a bath while I put on some food?”
“Dinner? It’s not that late is it?” I sat up, moving the curtains and seeing the black on the other side of the window.
“Yeah. It’s pretty late,” he said, leaning up and kissing me softly before he got up and pulled on his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned to frame the dips that lead down to his glorious length. I watched as he took off into the next room and saw a dim light illuminate the hallway. The soft sound of running water floated into my ear and then he reappeared back in the room, making his way over to me and lifting me from the bed and carrying me into the bathroom. I giggled as he rubbed the whiskers of his beard against my face and then gently set me into the large ceramic bathtub. “I’m gonna go fix some food.”
He knelt next to the tub and took my face in his hands, bringing me toward him and his lips were on mine once more. This time it wasn’t quick and needy, but slow and sensual, as if he was taking his time to enjoy every moment, instead of work his way to the next time our tongues would be entangled with the other. As he pulled away and stood up I settled down into the tub, watching him lustfully as he left out of the room. The bathroom was small, with a wooden stand next to the tub that was filled with different bath soaps and salts. I grabbed a lavender and vanilla scented soap and poured some into the running water, letting the bubbles encompass me. I pulled my hair up into a bun on the top of my head and secured it with a pin.