Chapter eleven

GRACE CHAMBERS

We journey into the kitchen to dispose of the garbage and grab some more coffee before hitting the road.

Jameson tells me it’s about a forty-five minute drive although I don’t remember it taking that long last night.

I prepare two more cups utilizing his single-serve dispenser, taking in his immaculate kitchen.

From what I’ve seen so far, everything has its own place. Organized so meticulously that I bet he knows exactly where everything is even when the lights are off.

I wonder if he’s always been a neat freak or it’s something he picked as a SEAL. Probably a combination of both, I decide.

As I turn to retrieve the creamer from the fridge, Jameson’s strong hand grasps my elbow turning me around with a firm tug.

My front melds with his as ravenous lips claim my own.

Caught off guard, I moan as his tongue slides against mine, exploring every corner of my mouth.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you on my back deck this morning,” Jameson confesses, making me dizzy.

Breakfast was innocent enough, but the tension was there and the hardness pressing against my stomach is proof.

Spurred on by his arousal, I become hungry for a taste of him.

His tongue had felt so divine against my aching center last night and I want to return the favor.

Without warning, I drop to my knees in front of him on the kitchen floor.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while, too,” I tell him.

The tile is cold and unyielding against my knees, but I don’t allow myself to dwell on the discomfort.

I have one goal in mind and that’s driving Jameson to the brink, just as he had done for me the night before.

Making quick work of removing his sweats and boxers, my eyes delight at the sight of his heavy cock as it springs free.

“You’re so thick, Jameson.”

I rub the head against my greedy lips, savoring the tortured growl that escapes him at my naughty remark.

My hand closes around the width, cherishing the heat it transmits to my palm.

I lick my lips in anticipation, eyeing the pulsing vein that runs along the underside.

His penis is as beautiful as the rest of him.

Rising up on my knees, I stretch my mouth wide before I take him inside.

A curse tears through him when my tongue makes contact and I want to smile at the effect I have on him.

I begin to suck him fiercely. My head is bobbing as I move back and forth to accommodate him.

The saliva gathers in my eager mouth and coats his length, lubricating him.

My hands provide added stimulation as I fondle his heavy sack, teasing the hypersensitive flesh there.

Forcibly, his hands fist my strands and pull slightly as he begins to rock his hips towards my open mouth.

Oh my God, fire settles in my belly at the tugging action.

The slight pain is intoxicating.

Again, I moan against his hardness allowing the vibrations to travel through him.

“Fucking shit… ah, Grace,” he swears almost incoherently.

I pull him free from my suctioning hold with a resounding pop and focus on the swollen tip. My wet kisses moisten him in conjunction with the salty pre-cum oozing from the head.

Smearing his arousal against my swollen moist lips, I decide I could stay here all day, enjoying him this way.

He groans again, seemingly in agreement with my wicked thoughts.

My pussy throbs with the knowledge that I’m eliciting these sounds from this gorgeous, powerful man.

I want to reach down and rub my envious clit, desperate to enjoy this as much as he is.

But I’m deprived of the opportunity.

“Get up,” he commands roughly and I obey dutifully.

As soon as I’m standing in front of him, he crushes his mouth to mine and steals my next breath.

Effortlessly, he lifts me from the floor and into his capable arms.

Unconsciously, I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks over to the small table in his breakfast nook.

Sitting down on one of the chairs, he grabs my hips and lifts me to hover over him.

My pussy is actually aching for him to fill me.

“Ride me, baby.”

Anchoring my right hand on his shoulder, I take him with my free hand and slide his engorged cock over the swollen lips of my sex.

The friction is amazingly intoxicating.

I sink down onto him and nearly come from the sweet invasion.

Despite our marathon session last night, I’m still not used to the way he stretches me so deliciously.

A sense of fullness settles in my core as I begin to move.

Strong arms lock around my torso, crushing me to him in a binding embrace.

As my nerve endings are set ablaze, I know I could stay here all day.

Our kiss is sloppy and rough, teeth clashing as our tongues battle for dominance over the other.

“You’re so fucking tight and perfect, Grace,” Jameson announces as I bounce up and down.

His hips begin bucking brutally as he pushes upward to fill me even more.

I’ve never been so full in my life.

A hoarse cry startles me before I realize it’s my own.

He’s ripping me apart from the inside out and I’ve never felt anything so euphoric in my life.

“You’re perfect for me,” Jameson huffs, his palm making stinging contact with my ass I continue to ride him.

“Perfect, perfect.”

I delight in his words and try to keep up with the frenzied pace he’s set.

Nothing or no one has ever felt this damn good. I welcome the delicious assault.

It’s only been a day and I know I’m addicted to him.

My breasts shake and shift with the force of our movements and Jameson leans forward to give them the attention they crave.

The added stimulation nearly drives me over the edge, but I hang on at the precipice of coming undone.

“You’re mine, Grace. Tell me you know that.”

I want to oblige him but the words are stuck in my burning throat.

This emboldens him to increase his upward strokes.

“Tell me you know that, Grace. I need to hear you say it.”

The possession in his tone is palpable, a mighty force all on its own.

“Yes,” I manage with a shaky nod. I’ll agree to anything as long as he continues fucking me just like this forever.

“You’re mine,” he repeats, still pounding into me.

He reaches between us and the smallest touch of his calloused finger ignites my longing clit, effectively pushing me off the cliff into a body-shaking orgasm.

“Yes!” I shriek, falling apart. “Oh God, I’m yours.”

Satisfied with my compliance, Jameson holds me tight staring into my eyes as I ride out the final shudders that rack through my body.

Then, he starts moving again. This time all on his own. I don’t have the energy to join in right away.

Upward thrusts shake me as I watch the ecstasy blanket his striking features.

He kisses me hard on the lips, then bites down on my bottom lip unable to continue the caress as his body stills.

I know he’s coming and I grind my dripping sex into him, trying to pull it out of him quicker.

Jameson convulses and gives two final pumps before his hot cum fills me to capacity.

Panting, I rest my head against his chest with him still lodged deep inside of me.

Despite our best laid plans, I know we won’t be leaving the house anytime soon.