Hot daze, explorations and suspire.

Shelly was in the kitchen of the little apartment, which in reality wasn’t far from the dining room which wasn’t far from the living room, and which in turn was quite easily in reach of the bathroom and bedroom. She had explored his home, and found it lacking in nothing but the absence of him and she hoped... her. She wasn’t sure if he’d want her hanging around much, but she was more then willing to.

The bread had easily been buttered and topped with garlic and a few slices of cheese that she had found in the fridge. She was impressed actually by Jacob’s dwelling, she’d seen bachelor pads before and this was nice compared to the moldy food, smelly clothes, and dirty dishes that one often saw when they showed up unannounced or sometimes even announced.

The salad was tossed and she didn’t mind the lettuce being a bit wilted or the cucumbers a tad soft. She did find herself imagining what fun it would have been to save the cucumber if it would have been harder. There were three or four cherry tomatoes that were now gracing the salad instead of the plastic container he’d stored them in. Shelly had just pulled the steaks from the skillet when the door was being knocked on. “Shit,” she muttered, smeared her hands on the makeshift apron she had concocted using a large towel from the bathroom and headed to the door.

Her fingers wrapped around the knob and she was about to pull it open when she thought a moment. “Damn... what if it’s some body that needs to talk with him? What if it some girl friend? Or his sister... or oh God his Mom?” Shelly’s fingers hovered for a moment as all these people that it could have been ran through her head. Finally squaring her shoulders she opened the door. Her eyes blinked and she looked into Jacob’s face. “Who in the world knocks on their own front door?” she asked.
 
Jake

Your juices overflowing, almost gushing. I lapped as much as I could, moaning as I enjoyed your taste. My face being coated, marking me with your scent. I was in heaven. Your hand held me there, not letting me move even if I wanted, which I didn’t. My tongue licking and lapping, trying to catch it all.

As you came down from your orgasm, I pulled you off the table and back onto my lap. My face glistened with your cum as I leaned closer, kissing your lips. I slid my tongue into your mouth making sure you could taste the nectar you gave to me. My arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against me. I pulled off your mouth, smiling, “Damn, Stacey, you taste exquisite” My fingers ran through your hair as your face nuzzled my neck. Your lips kissing and licking as your breasts pushed against my chest.

“Maybe now might be a good time to go up to my room?”
 
Stacey gasped as she rolled over his cock, hard pressed into her crotch. The smell of her come, the taste of it on her lips drove her wild and she looked hungrily back at him. “Your room, the store room, the bathroom... fuck the hotel lobby, I don't care. I just think we need to do something, because I'm not even close to being done with you.“ Her hands wrapped around his neck, her tongue pushed itself into his mouth and she gyrated on his cock with deep, hard thrusts.

Once she emptied his mouth of her taste, drinking and savoring it herself she leaned back and stared hard at him. “The elevator sounds like a good place to start.” She climbed off him, took her tits pushed them back into her blouse, shoved her skirt down and grabbed his wrist. Stacey didn't bother with listening to his words of protest, if he was silly enough to offer them, she quickly found the service elevator and slammed him against the wall. She hit the top floor not caring what floor he was on, only wanting to keep him pressed to that wall as long as she could.

“Fuck Jake... I've been wanting to do this since I met you... granted, it was only last night, but it seems like forever and a day,“ she dropped to her knees, opened his pants and was soon rolling her tongue over his sack and sucking gleefully on his velvet package.
 
Jake

You had me up against the elevator wall taking your turn with my body. Your hands roamed over me as my hands held your shoulders. Our mouths kissing, playing, but not for long. I watched as she slid down my body, her hands working my belt, sliding my zipper down. I moaned aws her hand rubbed my hard cock through the cloth of my boxers.

Your hands sliding my pants and boxers to my knees, my cock standing straight out. I watch as your hand wraps around me, your mouth moving in on my balls. I can feel your tongue licking bringing a loud moan from me. “Yea Stacey, that feels so good.” My fingers run through your hair, coaxing you on, wanting to feel your tongue everywhere. I lean my head back against the elevator as you suck my ball into your mouth, coating it with your saliva, licking it with your tongue. “Stacey, your tongue feels great, please don’t stop, take me in your mouth.”
 
Stacey chuckled against his balls, rolled the twins globes with her tongue and lifted her head from his crotch. “In time Jake, its my turn now.” Stacey reached into the tight pocket of her skirt, pulled the service elevator key and twisted the alarm off and stopped the elevator. She turned back to the pulsing tool that was jerking toward her and gathered his balls into her mouth.

With her tongue wrapping around each precious jewel, she nuzzled his body with her nose and breath. Her hands moved to his cock, one to his hip and she held him to her. Her fingers worked magic over his sex, running the pads over the swollen head, tracing the extended vein, the whole time she massaged his testicles with strong laps of her tongue. Her teeth grazed the sides of his sack, she sucked harder, moaned and hummed against them knowing she knew how to please him and loving every minute of it.

She'd been tempting from the first time she saw him at the hotel and fucking his balls was only one thing she wanted to do to him. Several other fantasies rolled in her mind, fantasies she was going to enjoy playing out on his body. Quickly she moved from his sack to his cock, and she ran her tongue up and down the thick tool, licking her way to the tip where she nipped gently before sliding back down and lapping at his hot flesh. “How bad do you want me to fuck you with my mouth?” Her voice was thick with passion again, her pussy once more hot and wet for later. “How bad Jake... ” she waited now, hovering over his cock with her mouth, letting the hot air flow over him.
 
Jake

You were definitely taking your time, my balls being treated to great sensations. I felt friction of your hand run over the head of my cock, forcing more precum to leak. I watched as you locked the elevator, making sure it was reserved for us. Your mouth returning to my body. I wasn’t sure how long I was up for the elevator sex, I was thinking more along the lines of a large soft bed for the two of us.

However, when your mouth returned sucking my balls back in, your tongue rolling around them, I was more than happy to remain where I was. It was pretty evident that Stacey was more than adventuresome, they way she took charged, the intensity with which she sucked my balls all told me, this was one lady I bet worked hard to fulfill each and every fantasy that came to mind.

I watched as your mouth came off my balls, your tongue darting out, licking around my cock, licking and teasing. Damn your tongue felt hot and I began wondering how it might feel on other areas of my body.

Not many ladies knew how to tease so well. The way you licked, even nibble on me, my moans became more frequent, more in need. My eyes opened when you stopped and asked now badly I wanted your mouth. I could feel your breath but wanted the wetness of your mouth too.

“Just suck it Stacey, lets not play around here. Clearly one look at my cock and its evident how badly I want you to suck it.” I placed my hand on the back of your head, not forcing you on my cock, but definitely letting you know I could if need be.
 
Stacey raise a brow, felt the tale tale sign of command in his hand, and though she could have teased him further, could have made him come without her mouth taking his cock into its warmth. She tossed her hair back and shoved his rod into her mouth, she sucked hard, rolled her tongue over the head and began to bob up and down on his shaft. With the touch of a master she moved her fingers to his balls, raised and toyed with them, squeezed just right and pushed the twin spheres around as she continued to envelope his dick deep into the hot cavern of her throat.

Angling her head to take him further down the welcoming tunnel, her hair brushed against his body and she buried herself into his scent. Stacey twisted her hand around the base of his cock, lifted herself from it again, then dropped her mouth back down once more. She wanted to taste the seeds she knew were hidden deep inside his sack, so she increased the attention she was giving it.

Her mouth moved faster as did her hands and soon she was deep throating him, letting the head of his cock melt down into her and she drank the pre-cum that was almost streaming out. Humming on his cock she felt his body vibrating as she sucked wanting nothing more then to drink the fiery liquid that was a promising reward for a bit of playful sex.
 
Jake

There was something so erotic about watching you suck my cock. Your ability amazed me, the way you sucked, the way you worked your tongue. My moan got louder as you tilted your head, allowing me to be sucked into your throat. I could feel myself throbbing and leaking. Your hand continued playing with my balls, never letting any sensations die.

My hands continued to hold your head, not forcefully, you were more than willing to continue sucking me. My fingers running through your hair as I moaned, pushing myself in deeper when the vibrations came forth. “Oh yea Babe, suck my cock, milk the seed from it, your such a good cocksucker.”

Your hands and face keep me pinned against the elevator wall, your mouth doing all the action. I moaned out, feeling your tongue licking while you suck. I was very close and wanted to let you know, “Stacey, babe, if you don’t stop your going to get a huge amount of cum down your throat.” I looked down and you looked up nodding your approval. “Oh fuck yessss,” I moaned as you sucked hard and swallowed around my cock. I felt the first spurt of my seed shoot down your throat. I groaned out as each time you sucked I released more and more, filling your mouth.
 
The first shot of come rolled down her throat, splashed in her belly and brought a shiver and moan from deep within her gut. She sucked continuously, not once losing the pace or the momentum, milking his seed from his balls welcoming it with the lavishment of her tongue and carrying her own desires higher and higher. She worked as much come from his cock as he was able to offer her, and she finally relented from her job. Easing his dick from her mouth, she smiled, licked her lips and swallowed again. She looked up at him, repaired his state of dress then licked over his softening member now covered by his slacks.

She slipped her hand to his neck, kissed him deep thrusting her tongue into his mouth and sharing him the taste of his seed. “I think we need to go now,” she breathed against his neck, bit gently, then grabbed the key reset the elevator and winked. “You're turn love. Lead on...” she waited for him to push the right buttons and take her to heaven.

Her eyes devoured him, her fingers itched to take him in her hands again, so it wasn't a surprise that she was stroking his crotch while the elevator headed toward the floor Jake was on. She wanted him hard and she wanted him fast. Stacey hadn't had a good fuck in ages and she was dieing to have some tonight.
 
I press the button to my floor and hold you in my arms. Your mouth and lips still taste of my cum. Your hand not letting go of my crotch, massaging me back to readiness. My lips not wanting to leave the feel of your skin as the elevator came to an abrupt stop.

I took your hand leading you off the elevator, another couple stares at us. I open the door to my room, pick you up in my arms. Inside I kick the door closed, carry you immediately into the bedroom. Laying you down I begin taking my clothes off, feeling the need to be completely naked with you. Naked, my stiff cock, pointing towards you as I move onto the bed, bringing you up to your knees. We kiss as I begin taking your clothes off, feeling your heated skin under my fingers.
 
Stacey was on fire, her body slick with nectar. Her hands gathered her blouse up and over her chest, letting her breasts bounce freely for Jake’s hands. She quickly shimmed, out of her skirt as well as her pumps. Stacey moved back to her knees faced him and her hands moved up his sides. She looked at Jake took a moment to breath, collect herself and then threw caution to the wind as she pushed her hands into his hair, and brought his mouth down to hers.

Her tongue drove deep into his mouth, and she pressed herself tight against him. Her nails ran down his back, dragging them down his skin, she could feel the rippling muscle underneath the pads of her fingers and she shivered over the heat of his skin. “I need you again, baby... everywhere.” She growled into his mouth, bit his lower lip and used one hand to stroke his hard cock.

With lazy fingers she ran her fingers up and down his member, tracing the veins and running her nails back and forth over his balls. She squeezed them as she rubbed her body back and forth across his chest, letting him feel her hard nipples. “Fuck me, Jake,” she hissed. “Hard, fast, and often....” She ran his tongue over his ear, down his neck, and over his shoulder biting every step of the way.
 
Jake

My fingers ran over your skin, feeling its softness, feeling your body yielding to mine. Our lips and tongues moving together creating friction that could only serve to turn us on even more. My hand along your back sliding from top to bottom. Our chests pressed together feeling your breasts and nipples as we rubbed together. I moaned out as your fingers scraped along my manhood, causing it to twitch in anticipation.

I heard you say “Fuck me Jake,”your mouth licking, kissing and biting along my neck as I laid you back on the bed. My body moving over yours as my hands continued to roam over your smooth skin, sending sensations through both our bodies. Your legs wrapped around my waist as my cock rubbed against your pussy. My mouth on your neck, sucking, biting as I drove myself deep into your warmth. Moaning as I felt the tightness, groaning as I felt you yield to my thickness. My hand brushes the hair off your ear as my tongue licked, my mouth unable to be satisfied without sucking and biting. “Damn Stacey, you feel so good.” My hips began moving, long slow, strong strokes in and out, I could feel the sides of you rubbing along the length of my cock, your wetness coating me. My hips moving in smooth fluid motions, mixing slow with fast, long with short, hard with soft thrusts. My mouth finding your nipple, sucking biting, licking.

I look into your eyes smiling, “This is just what I needed, you are turning me on, babe, tell me how you like it, tell me how you like to get fucked.” I slam my hips harder, my cock plunging in deep. My hand slides down the side of your body, squeezing here and there, forcing you to squirm under me. I rest my hand under your ass, cupping and pulling tighter against me.
 
Stacey moaned and squeezed his cock with the firm muscles of her sex. She pushed her pussy against his pelvis ground herself up into him and shook as she felt the hairs of his sex massage over her slick flesh. Her eyes were thick with passion, the lids barely able to stay open so he could view what he did to her. Her fingers moved to her nipples, where she twisted and turned them.

His voice brought her to reality and for a moment she hissed in the pleasurable knowledge that he was a perfect fit for her cunt. “Hard, fast and often,” she repeated the words she'd spoken earlier, this time bucking her sex against his cock, and using her nails to dig into his forearms.

Her eyes fluttered for a moment and she looked at him. “I want fucked everywhere in this hotel room.” She noticed the desk, the chair, the little table and she knew from experience the shower would be a stop that she'd be making later with this man. “I want your cock slamming into me for as long as you can.“

She pushed her hands around his neck, leaned up slightly, planted her teeth on his neck and bit. “I want that too Jake. Can you bite me baby... can you fuck me so hard I'm begging for you to make me come?“ She ran her tongue over her bite mark and sucked hard. “Can you mark me and make me your woman?” Her pussy tightened around his member, “How many times can you fuck me before you get tired baby... because this cunt can go for hours.“ She trembled as she pictured the hours of screwing that laid before them, as she waited for his actions to answer her questions.
 
For a few moments, Jacob had to wonder if the flame haired vision before him was not but a dream. It had only been the passing of a day since that sweet kiss behind the club, but it had felt to him like so much longer. So much had happened since then, he had been through hell, quite literally. Images of that horrid house still danced through his mind. The dark, the blood caked steel. Yet, now, it all seemed to melt away, burned by the fiery sight that even now looked upon him. She had asked something, but Jacob didn’t hear, for another voice spoke to him, this one coming from the center of his chest, its beat quickening. What it told him to do made Jacob smile, for it was all he wanted to do, and what he desperately needed.

Just as the word ‘door’ breathed past her softly bowed lips, his fingers were at her cheek. With a soft touch, they traced along the line of her jaw, relishing in the delicate curve as it sloped to her chin. This he held gently, his thumb a tender touch upon her lips while closer he stepped. He needed so much to feel her warmth, her touch, her kiss. As a man lost in the desert, he thirsted for it. Waiting no longer, he leaned down slightly, closing the gap between them. His eyes, lightening as they delved deep into the liquid beauty of hers, never looking away, never blinking. The eye contact never broken as the first of his warm breath brushed her cheek. So close now, he took in the sweet light scent of the perfume she wore. His heart hammered, when, after what seemed an eternity, their lips touched. Instant warmth flooded his worn body, as calm veiled his exhausted mind. From her chin, those caressing fingers wrapped softly around to the back of her neck. For long moments, that kiss was held as he tasted her rich flavor, nibbling on a plump lip. On his tongue his savored her, all the while his eyes peered deep into hers. Yet, in the end, the need to breath cut in as his lips parted from hers. At that moment, a thought crossed his mind..

Wow, I never knew I could think so romantically!!! He smirked.

While, out loud, “Ummm…I guess I needed to see you more then I knew.” He smiled, his cheeks taking some color.
 
Shelly stood there, her mouth open, her eyes blinking rapidly. No words would spring forth, only thoughts, but even those she couldn't comprehend. She wasn't sure how long she stood there, just staring at him, holding the door and letting God and anyone else that felt like it watch them. There was no clue as to who passed by though the thought there was a flutter of something out of the corner of her eye, and it was that flutter that was soon setting off the smoke detector in the house.

“Shit!” she yelled, turned around and ran back to the kitchen. She grabbed the skillet that was still on the gas stove, the flame she thought she'd extinguished when she turned it off licked at a towel that was blazing. “Damn, damn, damn... ” she muttered and though she knew Jacob was behind her trying to help she quickly beat the offensive flaming cloth to the floor where they both stomped it out. The smoke wasn't to thick, but still burned her eyes. She gazed up at him, the blaring of the alarm in her ears as well as his.

“Welcome home?” she said in an almost apologetical way to question if he was now regretting walking in the door. “I'll buy you a new towel,” she added quickly, her face looking as innocent as the day she was born. “I'll even buy you a whole set... if you just kiss me like that again.” She watched him moved toward her, and this time she was ready, ready to take him into her arms, hold him and love him forever, no matter the consequences in their lives. “I do like your kisses,” she whispered as their mouths touched and their tongues began a slow mating dance long known to men and women every where.
 
When she suddenly turned and yelled, Jacob was amiss. His feet not moving until the flickering light of flame coming from the ‘kitchen’ area sent him chasing after Shelly. Catching up, he was in time to see her throw a flaming towel to the floor. His foot joining hers in stomping at the bit of terry cloth, until the last of the dancing flames died to ash. The acrid smoke stung at his eyes, while the shrill beeping of the smoke alarm cut into his ears; as he made to open the few windows. The warm air outside flowing in, drawing the thin smoke out. Soon, the fresh air quieted the smoke alarm, and Jacob rejoined Shelly, her eyes peering down as the blacked cloth that once was a towel. When her gaze lifted to him, the look upon her face was too precious for words as she muttered a ‘Welcome home?”

He couldn’t keep himself from smiling, a gentle un-mocking laugh lifted from his lips as he pulled her close, his arms circling her as she offered to replace the towel, even to get him more then one, if only he would kiss her again. Again, a tender smile as he cradled her soft cheek in his palm. “Shelly, you don’t need to bribe me.” And this he proved as they lips again came together. This time, though still sweet and tender, the kiss delved deeper. Velvet tongues met and joined, playing loving games as lips were wetted and nibbled. Along her back, his hands slid, following the gentle curve and flow of the toned muscles beneath the fabric of her shirt. It seems every part of him hungered for her, his lips, his tongue, his hands, all devouring her.

This came as no surprise, for she had consumed his every thought since their night on the ship. No woman before had made him feel the way she did. Yes, perhaps their first meeting was caused by lust, a hungering for each others flesh. Yet, now, though still he desired her, what may have once been simple lust was gone, and something much stronger burned hotter in it’s place. And, as their lips slowly parted, and her eyes pulled his into their depths, he realized what it was that flared so hotly.

He loved her.

“Shelly…” he began, his eyes speaking before his voice, “…I think I….No…I don’t have to think..” both his large hands embracing her lovely face gingerly. “I love you, Shelly."
 
Shelly melted into his embrace. His kiss sparked a thousand beads of light inside her and she shivered violently as they reacted as one. Her tongue moved with his, mated and danced and when he left her lips, she ached to hold him again. His words filled her soul, her heart, and her mind. She wanted this, needed it, and she knew without a doubt that she felt the same as he did. Her eyes captured his, locked them with hers and she spoke the same words. "I love you," she told him. Her body was on fire as she went back to his lips, her mouth touching, caressing and merging with his very soul.

She basked in his embrace, trembled and shook as her fingers traced a path of pure delight over his arms, his neck and into his hair. She loved his lips, tongue and teeth, traced them, memorized them and was soon angling her head to drink deeper of his nectar. "I'm sorry... sorry for everything, sorry for all the misunderstandings, the angry words and whatever stupid, silly, or insensitive thing I may say in the future. I just want to feel you again. To love you this time, to make it only us in the room."

Her fingers gingerly skated down his arms and back up again. Her mouth moved to his neck, nipped his skin gently and the woman that she'd kept locked inside a box that was buried deep within emerged. Her wings unfurled, her body melded to his and she pressed herself deep. She could feel her nipples ache, feel them plead for a release from the confining articles of clothing. "Jacob... please... love me again," she whispered as she sucked sweetly and teasingly on the lobe of his ear. Her fingers continued on a path to his shirt, releasing button upon button.
 
“I love you”

If he held her close before, he now crushed her against him as those sweet words rang clear. The kiss, as well, grew in heat and need as their feelings were shared. For a moment, Jacob felt his knees weaken, overcome with emotion as Shelly spoke of her love for him. It passed quickly, however, at the feeling of those masterful lips teasing at his ear, raising the goose flesh on his skin. His eyes shut, relishing her every touch, her scent, the feel of her heat wrapping him in warmth.

“... love me again."

His cheek burned as she whispered those words, and, within, he wanted nothing more then to obey her every wish. All the need and hunger he had for her then boiled to the surface, causing his arms to wrap about her tightly. As his lips found hers again, so his hands clasp upon her rear. Lifting, he pulled her from her feet, his wide hands becoming her seat as he carried her past the cooling food as it sat upon the small dining table, forgotten. Stepping past the charred remains of terry cloth and a heavy tactical vest he had shed when he ran after Shelly just moments before, still the kiss continued. More and more he fed upon her delicate and intoxicating flavor, and more did he hungered for it, for her.

Soon, as he took another step, did he feel the edge of the bed against his shin. Slowly, carefully, he knelt down, settling Shelly onto the soft mattress before sliding his hands reluctantly from the softness they had held. Before her, he still knelt, looking up at her as the kiss slowly broke. It was then, on his knees before her, that he noticed the work she had done on his shirt, the two sides unbuttoned and flapping free. His gaze still up and focused upon her face, he pulled the loose cloth from his shoulders. The rush of air on his bared skin elicited another batch of goose bumps to surface on his back. He took no notice, the whole of his attention lay upon the beautiful woman under his eyes. Her legs came under his hands, their touch soft as fingers massaged the firm muscle, while he lifted his lips up, catching the silken skin of her neck between them. There he suckled and nibbled, covering every inch of her sweet flesh with kiss and taste. As he feasted, those rubbing hands moved upward, following the flow of her hips to her waist, catching and lifting the hem of her shirt with them.
 
If words could have been spoken at that moment Shelly would have said them. However she could only feel. Jacob's touch burned through her clothing, her skin, and embeded itself into her very soul. Her eyes watched him devour her before she felt the soft pads of his fingers begin to trail down and capture her clothing. His mouth devoured her skin, tasted on her neck, devoured the very air she breathed. She moaned her delight, placed her hands on his hips and she worked her fingers around his waist, teasing his skin.

Slowly her fingers moved to the front of his pants. Her mouth sought out the flesh that was beginning to sweat from the heat of their passion. She tasted the salty skin, caressed each patch of flesh, licked while she freed the button of his slacks. Shelly was thrilled to touch his body once more, to face him as an equal, as her true self. Her teeth captured his bottom lip, she pulled and teased it, moved her hands to his back and kneaded the firm muscles.

“Jacob...” she moaned, her breath short and rapsy. She pressed into him, wrapped her arms around him, and held him close. She gasped as the slow ministrations his hands performed on the muscles of her leg brought a groan of approval from her lips and she kissed him again. Her tongue dueled with his and she tasted him as if every kiss was new and unique. They were the kisses that pulled at her, forced her body to became warm then hot. She loved his skin, as if he were a painting and she had to touch every inch of him.

Shelly pulled her leg from his grasp and twisted it around his. They rolled and she rested on his chest. Her eyes burned into his, she licked her lips then slowly began to stroke his chest with the long laps of her tongue. She kissed every spot that she'd longed to touch since that first night just a week ago. Her teeth met his flesh, rolled over his nipples and she sucked softly. Using her hand she gathered her hair to the side, and lavished his body with the attention it deserved.
 
Jake

“Everywhere? We have a lot to do then Stacey. But, I want it right here right now, hard and fast.” I lift your legs up onto my shoulders, giving me the access and view I desired. My hips slammed hard, never stopping, pulling out as quickly as shoving in. Your cunt muslces squeezing me, feeling me slide in and out. Your breasts moving with every thrust, I cupped one, squeezing hard, bringing my mouth down and biting a nipple.

I could feel myself throbbing inside your warm wetness, your soft skin meeting mine thrust after thrust. I slid my hand down and flicked a finger over your clit, hearing you moan out in pleasure. I stroked your clit in time with my thrusts, needing to feel you cum, needing to feel your cunt spasm around my cock. Your eyes half closed as your fingers dug into my arms, holding on pushing back into me wanting all of me inside you.
 
She had taken him by surprise as she rolled him onto his back, yet he was far from complaining. Who would? With a gorgeous woman over them, tasting of their skin with a deliciously wicked tongue.

He laid back, his feet still flat upon the floor as he kept his head lifted to watch her every move. Every curl of her tongue around his nipple brought a hiss from between clenched teeth. Her every touch seared, fanning the fires of passion that threatened to burn him from within. Droplets of sweat had just begun to seep to the surface from the heat that they both had begun to create, but they lasted not a moment as they were then licked away by that same wondrous tongue. When her eyes looked up at him, he could see the fire he remembered burning even more brightly within them, as if it were at last free to flare as it willed.

Jacob needed to see her, all of her, to feel her skin against his own. It was then he remembered where his hands still laid, clasping at her hips, the cloth of her shirt still gathered in the fingers. With easy motion, he continued the upward walk he had begun, touching with feathery lightness the soft bronzed skin as it was revealed from under the lifted fabric. The tenseness of her back, the tight muscles of her belly, all these he ran fingertips over, burning her reactions into his memory. At last, with her help, that which barred the almost electric touch of her flesh was tossed away, to flutter to the floor, leaving only a frilly lacey bra to remain.

As she nestled back against his chest, his arms held her close, never wanting to loosen. His hands savored her as they ran over the newly exposed territory, learning every curve, from embracing her hips to tickling the back of her neck. Yet, more he wanted, more then touch, he craved to taste. With her still in his embrace, he carefully sat up. Slowly he rose, carrying her with him, till he sat straight upon the bed, Shelly’s long legs to either side of his, her back cradled in his arms. He looked up at her, the flames that she had shown him now lit his own eyes, as they traveled over her body, drinking in her sheer and undeniable beauty. A beauty he craved to taste. He leaned forward, at the same time he laid her back, arching her back gently in his hands. There, upon the tender smooth skin just above where cloth still covered her lower half, did his lips alight. A sweep of a warm tongue and the nibbling of loving teeth followed, as he worked up. Into her cute little navel his tongue delved, teasing and tickling. Then, upward over her stomach, soft kisses, rasping licks, The higher he went, the closer her pulled her to him. Side to side, not one nerve was left untouched, not one inch of skin left un-wetted by his lips and tongue.

Reaching her chest, he found himself tasting of silk. Pulling back, he grinned as he saw the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with her quickening breath, almost spilling over the tops of the cups that tried in vain to contain them. Seeing the clasp of the garment in between her globes also made the grin curl more. Leaning forward again, and taking the top half of the clasp between his teeth, he gave his head a quick flick to the right, the motion fast enough to pull the small hooks from their eyelet partners, leaving her bra to gently fall away, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Once more he pulled away, gazing with a mix of awe and hunger, upon the crowning glories of her feminine form. He could have wanted nothing more then to feast on the dark hard nipples that caped the top of each. Yet, he still had a journey to finish. So, planting a sweet suckling kiss on the thin flesh between those warm mounds, he continued his climb. Her neck was next under his pleasuring mouth. From one side to the other, he nibbled, suckled, and lavished with moist heat. Suddenly, as he neared her ear, an almost forgotten memory surfaced, a promise he had made her that first night. Grinning wickedly, he hovers over her ear, letting his heated breath flow over it’s folds.

“I remember a promise I made you, baby. Perhaps later, you’ll allow me to make good on it.” And to help her recall this promise, a hand fall low on her back, until it filled itself with one cloth covered cheek, squeezing that half portion of her ass.
 
Tangling her legs around Jake, Stacey continues to take all of his fullness in. She lifts her ass higher grinding into his sex, driving his cock deeper with every thrust. Her feet arch and her joints stiffen as the thrusting of his shaft continues to carry her body higher. The touch of his hands cupping her breasts brought a moan to her mouth. His teeth biting at her nipples made her beg for more. “Jesus Christ,” she growled out, moving her fingers clit where she toyed and pulled it painfully.

Her gasping turned to ragged breaths of much needed air as she felt her body continue to clasp around him. “Oh God Jake,” Stacey screamed as the powerful orgasm ripped through her. It was fast this timie, but she knew there would be more, so much more for him to pull from her. “Fuck... Jake, don’t stop.” She could feel another building, one wave after the other, she coated his sex with her juices. Her teeth gnawed on her bottom lip, her breath hitched in her throat and she began to slap her pussy hard, loving the painful sting and forcing more honey for him to enjoy.

The scent of their mating surrounds her and she breathed deep the musky flavor, tasting it on her tongue. She would take him again, cover his cock with her tongue, clean his rod from their mating. For now all Stacey wanted was to feel him covering her slippery cunt with his seed and making her beg for more.
 
Shelly felt her body respond to every touch he played upon her skin. Her pulse ran rampant in her veins and her soul seemed filled with a growing ember that Shelly knew only he could quench. Her eyes took in every touch he made upon her warm flesh, she knew the colors of her skin were more pink then normal. The heated flush he brought out of her was easily reflected in the bronze flesh that even now seemed to be burning. His fingers moved over her, learned every part of her, slowly driving her to whimpered pleas for more. Jacob answered her pleas, the release of her shirt, then her bra were enough to send her through a series of shakes. She knew what to anticipate and her body wanted desperately to have him inside her again.

The words he whispered in her ear sent a spine tingling feeling over her. She shivered, he chuckled and she slipped her fingers to his neck, pulling him closer to her mouth for a long teasing kiss. The weight of his body on top of her, did nothing but add to the excitement that was building inside her. She could feel his heart beating against her breasts, taste the slick warm tongue that waltzed with hers, and feel his fingers clutching the firm cheek of her ass. All of these things stroked the ember that quickly and easily was flaming inside her.

She slipped her tongue along the side of his, coaxing more passion from him. She felt the warmth, the welcoming allowance to delve deeper and she did. Lifting her head up slightly she made love to his mouth. Her tongue craved every crevice, traced every tooth, and coaxed his tongue into giving her what she wanted. He matched her movements, commanded her soul and she offered it freely. Her lips pulled from his, her pearly teeth nipped at his bottom lip and she moaned into his mouth.

One hand tangled in his hair, pulled him deeper to her, angling her head to take him further along the slow and torturous journey she was creating for them. Her fingers splayed over his scalp, anchoring him to her, while her other hand slipped from his shoulder to his back, then over again to massage the hard muscle of his arms. Her fingers slid along the veins that were pronounced as he used his strength to hold himself over her and not crush the breath from her lungs. Shelly's fingernails danced across his skin, coaxed several rippling quakes from the muscles until she slipped them to his back and treated his flesh the same way.

Pulling her mouth from his, she ran small bites along his jaw, nipped his flesh and shivered against the feelings that were raging in her sex. She pressed her hips up, ground against him and groaned when material met material. Her mouth rested on his neck, she bit tenderly, rose up higher , and licked his sweaty skin. Shelly drank him in, enveloped him in her touch, her kiss and her essence. Her teeth met his ear, nibbled on the lobe, before they guided the soft skin into her mouth and she sucked greedily from him.

"You may give me whatever you wish," she whispered the answer to his question about the promise, a promise she was already growing to want and need. "I'm sure we'll do many things and promise many things... and I have no doubt we'll enjoy them." Shelly bit his skin, sucked once more, wanting nothing less then to leave her mark upon his body.
 
Wetting his lips just as Shelly pulled them to her, Jacob welcomed her tongue between them. Soft, sweet, and wicked, it slithered with almost unnatural grace over his gums and his own snaking tongue. Together they danced erotically, back and forth, from one mouth to the other, savoring the delicate flavors of each. Through all this, Jacob’s eyes remained open, looking across the gap where love making lips quivered, over to where her eyes also gazed, open and glistening at him. Eyes that could bring even the most powerful man to his knees with not but a glance. Eyes that shined and where afire with such a passion, Jacob could scarcely believe they could contain it. They did, and, what’s more, the longer he looked into their hypnotic depths, the more he felt their fire flash into his soul, to set his blood to boil and stoke his own passion to new and wondrous heights.

Only with her touch upon his skin, did he return from his revelry. She traced on his arm the trails his heated blood followed with light fingers, as they swelled and rose from his skin. Against his chest, sharp as stone nipples scratched deliciously as she lifted herself to him, flattening those perfect globes between them. At that moment, the hand that had been enjoying the warmth of her firm rear slide away and up, until it lead it’s arm to curl around her back. Close and tight he held her, freeing her to do as she wished with her hands. And that she did. Her touch skimmed all over, her desire steaming as her nails raked over his back, enough to leave lines of red, while her lips, after so many passion filled moments, slipped from his. Yet they continued to devour, nibbling and nipping along his neck and jaw. The combination of feathery fingers and warm, wet lips and tongue, brought his muscles to quaking, Jacob having never felt such powerful emotions and pleasures before. The one arm holding them up shook, but never faltered.

Then, she spoke, whispering her answer to his question, and causing another shiver from him as she spoke of the future, and the many other moments like this to come. Then her hips rose, and ground into his, showing just how heated her body had become, and making him notice, as if for the first time, just how his body had also reacted to her. Along his inner thigh, it throbbed, snaking down the leg of his pants, eager to return to the succulent embrace of her body.

Sweat fell from his brow, dripped from his nose; while she continued to nip and suck at his neck, making his flesh quiver. His breath quickened, fueling the growing inferno within him. Bringing the arm under her back up, her allowed his fingers to twine into her curtain of red silk as it dangled from her head. It was then that her own fires flared, as her teeth bit into his shoulder! He hissed, baring his own teeth as she marked him as her own. He was hers, of that he had no doubt. No other woman would he crave after her, for no other could equal her.

In her hair, his fingers tightened. Then, with a growl suddenly sprouting from his throat, he pulled her head back slowly. The tug upon her hair was gentle, not to cause pain, but firm enough to let her know what he wished. Back her head tilted, until her tender neck was exposed to him, and he wasted little time in attacking it. Suckling lips landing were throat met collar, teasing the flesh and bone. Then up, licking the salty film, before his mouth opened wide, to capture her windpipe between his jaws. Slowly, carefully, he pulled his teeth together, dragging them over the soft thin skin. As they gently lifted from her throat, lips kissed and suckled, tongue laved and tasted, assuring her he’d never do her harm, only pleasure.
 
Jake

Our bodies moved together, our mutual desires needing to be met. Your first orgasm coated my cock and the room filled with your lovely scent, the enticing smell of sex. Between the moans we could hear the sexual sounds, the slippery sliding in and out. I was throbbing inside you and was getting closer with each wave of your orgasming body. “Fuck yea, Stacey, I can feel you like this, your cunt is loving my cock.”

Soon I was back up, almost kneeling between you, your legs on my shoulders. “Its my turn now,” I moaned as my hips slammed into you, “Its my turn to fill your tight pussy with my seed.” My mind now totally focused on my cock and your cunt, moving and thrusting in ways to get myself off. I was so close and needed to unload now, needed to feel you filled with my cum.

I pounded away as I felt my cream surging from my balls through my throbbing cock. Your pussy contracting around me, milking it to the tip. I moaned as I ground my hips tightly against you, my cock jerking as it began releasing its first of many spurts deep inside you.
 
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