When we get back to my house, at my door, he’s undressing me even before I get the door unlocked. The second we’re inside, he picks me up and carries me into my bedroom. Jameson sets me down and sits back on my bed.

He looks me up and down, his gaze dark and piercing. It seems like he sees right into my very soul. I feel almost shy, like I should have worn more than this skimpy dress, but it doesn’t matter. He grabs my hands when I try to cover myself, then pulls me onto his lap.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he growls into my ear. I moan and shift to straddle his big body, moving closer any way I can.

I flush hot all over. Straddling him like this, it’s impossible not to feel his hardened cock through his jeans. It feels long and thick and perfect. I get a flash of how good it will feel inside my pussy, stretching me out and making me writhe in ecstasy.

“Maybe,” I whisper. The air in the room feels too hot on my skin, too heavy.

“You definitely don’t,” he says, sliding his hand into my hair and bringing me down to meet his lips. I enjoy the little bit of pain as he grips my hair, controlling me.

I kiss him, enjoying the warmth rising up from his body. He moves down to kiss my neck, which makes me shudder with pleasure. He squeezes one of my breasts, his movements lazy and slow. My body burns for his, the fire spreading first between my breasts and then down between my legs.

I rock my hips against his, craving his touch. My breasts, my ass, my pussy… they’re all aflame, and his magic touch is the only thing that will soothe the insistent burn. I slide my hand down my belly. He sucks in a breath as my hand creeps down between our bodies.

“Not so fast,” he says, using his grip on my hair to pull my head back. “I want you to get off my lap and get naked.”

I bite my lip, pushing off of him. He releases my hair and gets up.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now get naked. And sit on the edge of the bed. I’ll be right back.”

He disappears, leaving me to strip down. I take off my dress, shimmying out of it and dropping it to the floor. I hesitate, then unhook my bra and take that off. I wait for a second to see if Jameson will reappear, but he doesn’t.

So I take a seat on the bed, placing my ass on the very edge of the bed. He comes back in the room, a silky black bag in his hands. He closes the door behind himself, giving me a wicked smile. He sets the bag down beside me and looks at me, like a big cat contemplating his prey.

His eyes are everywhere on my naked skin. They feel like a caress, hot and heavy. He opens the shiny black bag, withdrawing a popsicle, lube… and a smooth purple dildo, about three inches long. My eyes go wide.

“A dildo?” I say. The very idea of him using that on me makes me squirm. “Aren’t you supposed to want to be the only dick in this bedroom?”

“Cute.” He grins. He tosses the dildo on the bed, pulling his t-shirt off over his head. He looks appreciatively at my naked body, at my perky nipples.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” he says, coming over to stand between my legs. “Just be with me, Emma.”

He tears the wrapper off the popsicle, revealing the flavor. It is bright cherry red. He puts his mouth on it, mmming a little for my benefit. The he pulls it out of his mouth with a pop, holding it out to me. I hesitantly stick out my tongue, shivering at how cold and sweet it is.

He kneels down on the floor between my knees, sucking on the popsicle. I can’t help but stare at him, at the way his mouth and throat work as he sucks on the popsicle so intently.

“It’s sweet,” he says, his eyes full of dark promise. “But not as sweet as you.”

He kisses me, the fruity flavor of the popsicle still on his tongue. Then he pulls back, brushing the popsicle over the tip of my breast. I gasp. He follows the cold of the popsicle with the heat of his mouth, using his tongue.

I moan, vaguely aware of how needy he’s making me, and thrust my chest out. The hot and cold sensations are so opposite, raising goosebumps across my skin. I can feel everything so much more sharply, with laser precision, as he abrades my nipple with his tongue.

I cry out. He pushes me back on the bed, bringing the popsicle down lower. I buck once, and he stops and looks up at me.

“Don’t move. Don’t make a sound, or I will stop. Do you understand?”

My oversexed brain make me sit up and stare at him like an idiot.

“am I not clear?” he says.

“No, you were,” I say.

“Good. That’s the last I want to hear from you,” he says, pushing me back down. He kisses my inner thigh, and I have to grip the sheets, trying desperately not to squirm or moan.

His tongue follows the popsicle to my belly button, to my hip bone, then down between my legs. I bite my lower lip, struggling to lie still. By the time he brushes the popsicle over my clit, I am ready to scream from the anticipation he has built up inside me.

The popsicle disappears, tossed aside somewhere. He knows my body, he knows that I’m ready to burst. He takes his time about making me cum though. He slowly licks and sucks at my clit until I am panting, trying not to beg as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from my flesh.

He stops for a second, and I audibly whine. He moves to retrieve the dildo. I freeze up a little but before I can protest, he returns to lick my clit in slow, lazy circles.

I am desperate for him, moaning and clenching my hands into fists in the sheets. He takes full advantage, easing the dildo against my lower lips. I am so wet and excited that I don’t need any lube. As he presses the dildo against my pussy I make a sound, a kind of whimper, and he takes his mouth away again.

I could feel my body weeping for him, feel the sheets beneath my body growing damp, clinging to my ass cheeks.

“Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet so that I can finish eating your pussy?” he murmurs against my bare flesh. “I really hope you are, because I can’t wait to watch you call out my name.”

I nod, feeling my face grow red. I shut my mouth and go still, willing him to continue.

He presses against my pussy lips again with the dildo. I am so wet, it slides in partially with no resistance. God, the pressure of the dildo feel good, almost like his cock.

He withdraws it, kissing my clit once more. I couldn’t be quiet, so I groaned softly. He doesn’t pause, he just moves the dildo in again, licking my clit.

“Oh god,” I gasp. “Fuck!”

I grab the sheets, knowing that I am going to come soon. I feel my thighs shake as he french kisses my clit. As he moves his tongue, he gently pulls the dildo out of my pussy, and moves it to my ass instead.

I am shocked enough by the contact to make a noise, but luckily this time he doesn’t stop licking. He turns up the intensity of his french kiss as he gently presses the dildo against my ass.

Jameson pauses, and I groan. When he returns, he moves the little dildo against my rear entrance once more, and I feel the slipperiness of the lube he has added. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes.

It feels so naughty but so fucking good. He slips the dildo into my ass while he kisses my clit. The sensation of being very full and very fucking ready to come washes over me.

“Oh god… please…” I beg him.

He chuckles. That is enough for me. My eyes roll back in my head, and I clench and shake. I feel enraptured, but even as I am drifting down, he is already preparing for more. He sheds his jeans, his expression intense.

He gets up, putting the dildo aside. Flipping me over on my hands and knees, he smacks my ass once. A chill runs down my spine, unbidden,

Jameson actually growls his excitement, which only increases my sense of anticipation. He pushes my thighs apart and presses his thick cock against the entrance to my pussy. He feels so huge from this angle, impossibly big.

He uses a little of my lubrication to push himself halfway in. We both groan. He wraps my long dark hair in his fist, withdraws slightly, and then hammers himself home.

I cry out, the pleasure bordering on pain. He is so big, filling every single inch of me, touching every secret spot inside.

He grasps one of my hips and starts thrusting slowly. I shudder as he withdraws and then fills me completely, again and again. Jameson increases his speed, gripping my hair and fucking me harder.

I moan, feeling him filling every inch of my pussy. He shifts a little, and suddenly he is hitting my g-spot. I tighten and clench instinctively around his cock.

“Ah!” I call. “God, right there!”

“You like that?” he growls. “I want you to cum so hard. I want to feel you cream all over my cock.”

I groan as he hits my g-spot over and over, his thrusts as rapid as gunfire. Everything inside my body tightens.

“Oh god… oh god, Jameson, I’m— I’m—” I cry, clenching around his cock. I feel like I am exploding, my eyes rolling back in my head.

He groans as he comes, finishing with a final thrust. I can actually feel the hot spurts of cum as he releases them in my pussy.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, struggling for breath.

He loosens his hold on my hair, leaning forward to kiss my lower back. I collapse on the bed, giving a breathless chuckle.

He withdraws, falling onto the bed beside me. I sweep my hair over my shoulder and roll over, facing him. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles.

As he lies there next to me, trying to control his breathing, I can’t help the way my heart squeezes. When I look at him, I can hardly breathe for wanting to spill my guts all over the damn place.

Instead of telling him that I love him, though, I opt for temperance.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to be my boyfriend?” I blurt out. I turn red immediately, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from covering my mouth.

He opens his eyes, his dark gaze pinning me. “It definitely wouldn’t be weird. I would have asked you to be my girlfriend sooner or later, officially.”

He props himself up on one hand, leaning forward to kiss me ever so slowly. My heart rate goes through the roof.

“Yeah?” I ask, feeling needy and pathetic. The part of me that worshipped Jameson for so long can’t believe that I’m here right now, having this conversation with him.

He chuckles. “Yes. I feel…” He clears his throat, sobering. “It feels like we are more than boyfriend and girlfriend, though. There isn’t a word for what we are, I feel like. I’m… I’m not even sure how this happened, to tell you the truth.”

I kiss him, tasting the salt on his lips. “We’ll have to make up a word, maybe.”

His eyes crinkle. “Yeah.”

“I’ll work on it,” I promise, snuggling closer.

He doesn’t say anything, just holds me close. And that is plenty for me right now.