Love Jones For Him (7 page)

*

This had been a “quickie” like no other. Victoria had never felt anything close to it - that was for sure. From the second he’d sunk balls deep inside her, she’d been lost in a blissful cloud. She’d felt every thrust deep within her walls and it had been almost like he was grinding into her ribcage. She hadn’t even seen her orgasm coming till it slammed into her like a freight train from behind.

He’d filled her to the hilt with his throbbing maleness, stretching her walls deliciously and sending more of her juices streaming. It had ached and stung for her delicate walls to be so deeply ravaged, but it had also been sweet and stimulating. She’d loved every second of it.

Now that the first burst of the tempest had passed, they shared a melting kiss. He pulled out of her and then rolled to the side. His arm was around her, drawing her into the warmth of his firm body. There was that dulcet afterglow surrounding them, and for now no words were needed. Her hand fell on his chest, where his heartbeat pounded like a drum, then steadily eased into a more normal rhythm. Victoria reached up and pressed her lips to his jaw in a tender kiss.

His hold around her waist tightened, but soon she was firmly pushing away. He let her go with a quizzical look, but she merely smiled, slipping out of bed. She straightened and made for the bathroom, turning to look over her shoulder to find him viewing her naked, bouncy rump with unconcealed appreciation.

“Well, lover…ready to turn up the heat?” she purred, beguiling him with her dancing brown eyes.

“Heck yes,” he growled, not needing to be asked twice as he leaped after the giggling Victoria into the waiting bathroom.

*

They shared a steamy shower which started out as playful, with their soapy hands roaming over each other, getting acquainted with every valley and slope. They kissed lingeringly, enjoying the easy comfort they felt even though they were both naked in the shower for the first time with nothing to hide. Well, after that hot and hard first fuck, there was no cause for modesty after all.

But soon enough, the flames licked and flared between them. Their caresses grew bolder, more demanding. He cupped her breasts and they filled his large palms nicely, their weight deliciously full. Her hands strayed over his chest, pinching at his nipples and making him groan, a sound which throbbed louder as she reached down and grasped his hardened cock.

It would have been so easy for Gordon to lift her slight frame and wrap her legs around him before slamming straight up into her cunt. There against the bathroom wall, he’d rock into her tight, sweet and wet canal again and again. 

But instead, he swung her into his arms, making her squeal as he carried her back into the bedroom. Placing her damp body on the sheets, he covered it quickly with his own, snaking over her and causing heat to swirl between them, drying their skin. He took both her wrists, and lifted her hands over her head, making her grip each side of the bedpost and hold on.

“Whatever you do, don’t remove those hands,” he commanded, and she shivered dramatically.

“Oooh,” she said, smiling teasingly. The smile faded into a gasp as he lowered his head and seized her breast with his lips. In went her nipple, plus as much of her flesh as he could possible grab into his mouth.

Victoria’s fingers clenched upon the knobs of the bedposts on either side of her, her body arched up as Gordon suckled almost ferociously on her breast. His teeth clamped on one nipple, digging into the surface and making her moan at the sweet pain. His hands cupped the flesh and kneaded with a knowing, strong touch. She was in heaven.

Both breasts were punished accordingly with pleasure, his tongue laving around her proud, dark nipples while his lips plucked and tugged. No matter how much she ached, no matter how she just wanted to fling her arms around him and pull him closer against her throbbing breasts, she never forgot his command, and kept her hands out of the way, gripping the bedposts.

When he let go of her breasts, she almost sobbed. She watched his head descend to her belly, which she sucked in reflexively when she felt the sensation of his lips on her skin. His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling into its shallow bowl and making her squirm. He teased and tantalized her there, as if in promise of what was to come if he went lower.

“Hmm, my favorite flavor,” he rumbled, as he sucked on the tiny crevice. “Mocha. Delicious.”

She giggled, and felt like such a twit because she wasn’t the giggling type. But suddenly, she didn’t care. Tonight, she could be anything she wanted. She could be wild, silly, and freaky. Because she knew that Gordon would be a willing co-participant, every step of the way.

And that moment, all he wanted her to do was watch, and enjoy, while he slowly drove her insane. Finally straying from her navel, he was at the cleft between her legs. He gripped her thighs and drew them far apart, at once exposing her fully to his laser-like gaze. Once again, she marveled that she felt no shyness, only a certain quiver of anticipation which made her inner thighs tremble.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said, his voice incredibly gruff. His eyes lifted to hold hers, and she felt struck by the smoldering flames in their blue-green depths. “Everything about you is just…it drives me crazy. The way your skin gleams, the scent and feel of you…I could never tire of exploring all the treasures you have in store.”

“Well…we do have all night,” she reminded him, once more surprised at her own audacity. The constant exhilaration, arousal and recklessness she felt could easily be partly blamed upon how much alcohol she’d consumed that night at the dinner party, but she knew that most of it was just Gordon. He was so freaking irresistible, from his deliciously wavy blond hair to his thick, long and insatiable cock. Just thinking of having him deep inside her once again was enough to make her pussy twitch at the still-fresh memory of their first coupling.

He chuckled, and murmured in assent at her words, “That’s true. And I’m about to start on the main course…”

Chapter Eleven

Victoria woke up to find the naked white guy sleeping next to her in her bed. Blinking, she sat up quickly, feeling her head swim slightly at the change of altitude. Oh-kay. It was all coming back to her now.

Gordon, dinner. Then back here, to her house, then up to her bedroom. Tipsy, horny, and reckless, she’d made her play. He’d all but ripped into her, giving her no doubt about how much he’d been holding back all this time. Victoria remembered every detail of the rough, hot coupling which had taken place so many times it made her face go hot even now. She shuddered, staring down at the man lying next to her.

In the morning, even in the unforgiving, broad light of day, he was still a golden god. Smooth, rippling muscles in his back made her itch to knead her fingers into his flesh. He lay on his belly; his face turned to her and placed on his folded arms. His thick lashes cast half-moons on his chiseled cheekbones, and his lips were very slightly parted, and very kissable.

Oh.

My.

God!

It hit her like a tsunami wave. She’d fucked Gordon. Not made love, but fucked – in the hottest sense of the word.

There was no part of her body he hadn’t explored with his lips, tongue and hands. He’d tasted her deepest secrets, and had made her very core to cry out in need to be filled once again by him.

He’d been insatiable, reaching for her again and again through the night. It had felt incredible, being wanted so passionately. She gave herself freely, opening up to his demands without condition.

At first, he had tortured her, bringing her to climax after climax without letting her touch or pleasure him in return. He’d made sure she kept her hands locked round the bed posts, and no matter how much she pleaded, and squirmed, he never allowed her to let go so she could touch him.

His tongue had dipped into her pussy, jabbing deep. He’d sucked on her folds and drawn out her juices till she was positively swimming in them. It had been such a torment to be pleasured by him and yet to be so deprived. She’d longed to run her fingers through his hair, to kiss his lips, and taste the light sheen of perspiration on his tanned, golden skin. Most of all, she’d longed to have him in her mouth, to wrap her lips around his cock and bring him as much sensual delight as he’d given her all night.

But no, he was firm. That night was to be all about her. He took his time, and brought her to the brink by pleasuring her pussy with his tongue and fingers, making her buck and screech with her second orgasm of the night. Next, he’d at last drawn her hands from the bedposts, reclining on his back and swinging her to straddle his hips. His cock was a rigid pole upon which she slowly descended, bent at the waist as she watched her honey-colored pussy lips engulf his thickly-veined purpled shaft.

“Fuck,” he’d groaned, gripping her waist so hard his fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her hands braced against his pecs as she began to painstakingly ride him, biting on her lip as he bumped upwards to meet her pumping hips. She felt filled, stretched, impaled by him, and it was marvelous. He lifted off his back to suckle at her breasts as they swayed before him, his hands now grasping her ass. Victoria threw her head back, her lips parting in a soundless cry. On and on she rode, feeling him in the farthest corners of her insides as his hips pounded faster up into her.

Not to be outdone, she started up a fast-moving grind which had her slamming up and down on his cock till she made him roar as he succumbed to a bed-shaking climax. Incredibly, this triggered her own release, and she stared down into his gorgeous, sweat-beaded face in amazement as she felt the massive ripples course through her body once again.

Victoria had never ever come this often in one night before; had never experienced these magnificent planes of passion with anyone. And something told her this was far from finished…

*

The last time they came together turned out to be the hottest of all. It was a few hours before dawn, when suddenly she came awake to find he’d flipped her over on her belly. Quickly, he’d drawn her hips up so that her bottom was in the air as he rested on his knees behind her.

Her face was turned into the pillow, muffling her cry of astonishment and pleasure as his hard, hot cock speared her from the back, hitting the target with the first stroke. She shuddered at the impact of his penetration, and wasn’t surprised at how deep he sunk, considering she seemed to be in constant state of moistness since the night began.

There was nothing in the world like the feeling of Gordon’s cock working in and out of her, first slowly then ramping up into a fast, blurring rhythm. A series of animal-like moans filled the room and she wasn’t exactly sure who was making them. All she knew was that he was sending her into that bubble again, where nothing else mattered but their mingled flesh and the ecstasy coursing through her body.

Occasionally, she reached beneath her body to squeeze his heavy balls as his groin slapped into her ass with every thrust, and heard his deep groan of approval. Her eyes saw stars as he jabbed in deeper than ever, making her inner muscles shudder around his shaft. When the ache grew too much to bear, she stroked on her clit, easing the tight, ripping sensation of Gordon’s tool stretching out her narrow canal. If there was a heaven, then she knew this had to be very, very close to how it must feel.

He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear how hot and sexy she was, and how much she drove him crazy. That he could never have enough of her sweet, tight, hot cunt. Her whole body jerked as in seconds, she came, bucking against him. As if timed, he too climaxed, pounding into her so fast she had to cry out at the force of the thrusts which almost drove her through the headboard. But none of the pain mattered; in fact she loved it, felt more alive for it. It blended right along with the bliss and it took a long, long time for either of them to tumble back down from the erotically driven high.

They must have fallen asleep at some point, because now here they were, still in bed together in the bright light of day. How did she feel about this, she asked herself?

Gordon chose that moment to open his eyes, looking straight at her as slowly, a happy grin spread across his face. She took a look at that smile, and suddenly, she knew her answer: she felt bloody great.

*

But what Victoria felt and what she thought were two different matters entirely. Her body ached deliciously all over from their long night of sinful passions, but in her head, it seemed all twisted up and baffling. Just what had she gotten herself into here?

Once again, he seemed to easily sense her mood change, and a slight frown of worry creased his forehead. “Now what?” he asked gruffly, pushing his hair back from his face and he leaned up on his elbow.

“Don’t, Victoria,” he said, his tone soft and firm. “Don’t you dare start to regret anything that happened between last night and this morning. Nothing’s changed, okay?”

She chewed on her lip and pondered what he meant. At last she said, “I don’t understand.”

“What I’m saying, is that the sex, the whole night of it, doesn’t have to mean anything you don’t want it to. I’m still the guy working on your house; you’re still my boss. On Monday I still show up and continue with the project. In a few weeks when everything’s fixed, you will leave to return to New York. And if, in between that period, we find the need to…explore our passions once again, then you won’t ever hear me saying no.”