Chapter Nine
Calla
I grabbed the bag from the backseat of the truck where I had stashed it earlier. I had hoped to take it with us to Bora Bora, but Holly casually reminded me my luggage could be lost or searched. I didn’t particularly want stranger’s hands playing with my toys. I chose to leave it behind at the last minute, but now that we were back in the privacy of our own home, it was game on.
“Coming in?” Jake asked from the porch.
“Yep, just had to grab something.”
“What’s that?” he asked, looking at the bag I was holding.
I smiled and winked at him as we entered the cabin. “Just a little something I had Holly pick up for me.”
His eyes quickly filled with passion. “Oh, really. Is it a new little bit of lingerie?”
I shook my head. “Nope, but I think you’ll enjoy it just the same.”
“Uh, I’m afraid to ask,” he said, with a concerned look on his face.
“Never be afraid.”
I reached in the bag and pulled out a bottle of lotion and held it up. He raised an eyebrow in question.
“Oh, good God man! Have you never been into an adult store?”
His face fell. “No. Why would I? I don’t need that shit.”
I smirked. “It isn’t poison and that shit can be lots of fun. I have a whole bag of goodies, but I’ll break you in gently. We’ll start with my magic lotion for now.”
He grabbed the bottle out of my hand and read the label. “Hmm, interesting.”
I put the bag down on the kitchen table and walked towards him. “I missed you last night.”
“I was beside you the whole time.”
I nodded. “I know, but you weren’t inside me,” I whispered.
“I can fix that,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips.
His hands reached up to untie one shoulder strap on my dress and then the next. The fabric dropped around my feet, leaving me standing in the matching pink bra and panties I had on. He sucked in a gasp of air as he looked at my body in the soft light of the cabin.
I loved the way he looked at me. I knew I was curvy and that most men didn’t appreciate the extra lumps here and there. Jake did. He seemed to love me even more because of it.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing my neck and trailing his fingers down my arm.
“I love you, too,” I replied, reaching out to unbutton his shirt.
He stood back and let me work. Unlike most of the time we had sex, there was no urgency. I could take my time and worship the man. With all the buttons freed, I pushed the shirt off his body, leaving him standing there in his jeans. I took in the wide expanse of his chest and his flat stomach. I reached out and slowly caressed his chest, from shoulder to shoulder before stepping forward to kiss the invisible path I had drawn.
My hands worked at the buttons on his jeans, freeing him. I pushed them down over his hips. He kicked off his shoes and then shucked the pants.
“When I first saw you, I thought you looked like a Viking god. I still do,” I said, taking in the sight of him.
He smirked. “That’s different.”
“Oh, the fantasies I had about your body,” I cooed, running my open hand over his chest and down his stomach before walking around him to kiss his shoulder blades. “All this hard muscle is hard to ignore.”
“So, don’t,” he replied, his voice was low and husky.
I took the bottle from him and squirted some of the lotion on my hand before rubbing it into his back. I massaged each shoulder and then rubbed it down his back.
“Ready?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
I closed my mouth over his shoulder blade, letting my breath heat the lotion.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed as the lotion heated up on his skin.
I smiled and continued to run my mouth over his back, licking and blowing the strawberry-flavored lotion as I did.
Making my way around him, I was pleasantly surprised to see his raging erection outlined in his briefs. I pushed his underwear down, preparing for the next assault on his body. The man was a virgin in this department and I was very excited to show him a few tricks.
“I think you’ll want to sit down for this,” I said, grabbing his hand and leading him to one of our dining room chairs.
“Calla,” his voice was guttural. “I don’t think—” he stopped talking when I began to rub the lotion on his legs, and then over the full length of his shaft.
“Don’t think. Feel,” I told him, a second before I closed my mouth over the head of his cock, sliding my lips down as I blew out.
“Holy fuck!” he cried out, his pelvis thrusting up, pushing him deeper down my throat.
I moaned around his dick and began to vigorously suck and blow. His body was taut as a bowstring and I knew he was ready to blow. I reached between his legs and fondled his balls before gently tugging. That was all he needed, and erupted deep inside my mouth as I swallowed every last drop.
I leaned back and looked up at him. His head was thrown back against the chair, his chest heaving up and down as he dragged in shallow breaths.
He looked down at me and ran a hand over my cheek. His eyes were intense. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, but not until after I feast on you. What else is in that bag, Calla? I am afraid I may die if I ever experience that kind of pleasure again.”
I squirmed where I sat on my knees. His words had made me wet, but the idea of using the other toys I had was making me even wetter.
“Next time,” I told him.
He lunged forward and lifted me to a standing position before he spun me around and laid me down on the table. I quivered, remembering the other times we had used the table. There was something about being spread out on the table that made the sex far more pleasing.
His hands slid under my back where he unfastened my bra, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. Then, he slid my panties down my legs. My legs dangled over the side of the table, which was clearly not what he wanted. He slid me backwards until I was completely on the table, just my ankles hanging over the edge.
The intensity of his gaze was nearly my undoing. I squirmed on the table, begging for him to touch me.
“Fucking amazing,” he murmured, as his eyes roamed over my body.
He grabbed the bottle of lotion and squirted a pool onto my belly button. The cold lotion was a shock to my overheated skin. The man’s magical hands began to massage my body, working over my breasts and then back down to my thighs. His gentle kneading slowly spread my legs wide as he rubbed the lotion over my pussy.
The massage had been nice, but his mouth over the areas he had massaged had me shivering with need.
“Jake,” I moaned as his mouth suckled my breasts. The lotion made it feel as if he were breathing fire. I wanted release, I begged for release.
His mouth moved to my core, his hot breath heating up the lotion, driving me wild with every pant.
“Is it hot?” he asked, the words creating more heat.
I moaned and nodded my head.
He ran his tongue up my slit, his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs wider.
“Hot?” he asked again.
I whimpered as the word brushed over my skin that felt on fire. His tongue lapped at me again before pushing inside. The lotion on his lips and tongue created a slow burn deep inside.
Helpless was how I felt, as the first wave of what I knew was only my first orgasm cascaded over me. He never stopped moving his tongue, in and out and slowly licking my clit. I had barely stopped spasming from the first orgasm when he grabbed that hard nub and sucked on it before gently biting. The action sent me right back over the edge, screaming out with extreme pleasure.
I felt him grab my hands with his, pulling me off the table. He sat in one of the chairs. When I moved to straddle him, he turned me around before slowly, lowering my body down to sit on his lap. I could feel his dick between my legs and spread my legs a little wider to take him in as I sat.
“Oh, God. It feels so good,” I moaned, my head dropping forward.
His hands reached up to cup my breasts, pulling them down as if it to direct my descent over his thrusting cock.
“Sit,” he grunted out.
I gasped as I took in the last inch, feeling him pressing deep inside me.
“Jake,” I moaned, unable to fight back the sensations spiraling through my body.
He was so deep. I leaned forward, adjusting his cock inside me. The movement pressed against my clit.
I cried out and felt the first trembling as my sheath squeezed his cock.
“Fuck. God damn. Calla, again?” he moaned as my body started to cum.
It had been completely involuntary. His dick inside me was too good. I couldn’t stop myself from bucking and arching my back. His fingers tweaked my nipples, dragging out the orgasm.
“Now, fuck me,” he ordered. “Ride my dick, up and down.”
I rose up, pulling him out to the tip of his cock before I pushed back down. I heard him moan and repeated the movement, stopping with just the tip of his head inside my pussy. I rotated my hips, letting the engorged head rub against my clit before sliding back down.
My juices were making the entrance slick and smooth. I bounced on his lap, my breasts bouncing in time with the rhythm. I could feel the next orgasm building, driving me higher and higher as I rode his dick. I burst into a million pieces, screaming out with the force of the climax.
Jake jumped up, launching my impaled body forward to land face first on the table. He stood behind me and jackhammered into me as I lay face down across the table. I could feel his feverish desire as he pounded into my pussy over and over.
“Fuck me, Jake. Harder!” I demanded.
His hand slapped my ass as he pushed into me with such force the table slid a few inches across the floor.
I cried out, feeling as if he would tear me in two. It was too good to hurt, but I wanted more. I demanded more, and he willingly gave it.
He roared with such force I could feel the sound echoing in the room. His dick plunged higher, his entire body jerking as he rocketed into me.
“Good God. I swear I just died a little,” he gasped, gently rubbing my back. His dick was still inside, making little jumps as my pussy milked him.
I groaned, not quite ready to form words yet.
“Come on,” he said, pulling out of me and tugging me off the table. “Let’s go to bed. I think we’ll both sleep soundly after that.”
“I hope I can walk tomorrow,” I moaned.
His hand cupped my ass as we walked naked down the hall to our room. “If not, you’ll have to stay in bed. I think I like that idea better.”
I climbed onto the bed and waited for him. He settled in behind me, his arms coming around me to hold me tight. I sighed in contentment, and felt safe and loved in his arms.
“Good night,” he whispered in my ear.
“Good night,” I told him, squeezing his hand that was tucked against my chest.
I lay there, relishing the feel of his body behind me. His beard tickled the back of my neck, making me smile. I was a happy woman.