Jackson

I knew that kiss, I knew those eyes. In my mind I was sure I even knew where. It was the who that had been eluding me all these years. The Angle in the park the night I found out what kind of man my father was.

It had been eleven years since I found my father in his office with one of his employee. He fired her on the spot for letting herself get caught.

Letting herself get caught. Like she had a choice in the matter.

I lost respect for my father and finally understood why my mother left him. She never spoke ill of him and he let me believe the failure of my their marriage was all her fault. He worked too many hours to provide for us and she did not appreciate all his hard work.

Not being able to keep his dick in his pants must have been really hard work.

It kept me from falling in love, from believing in love. I remembered making my Angel a promise that night that I would never turn out to be like my father. I didn’t have to use my position in life to force women to sleep with me. They came to me willingly. The way Angelic came to me willingly.

I had my answer and she got the guilt of all those years off her chest. Her beautiful magnificent chest. I couldn’t help but cast my gaze over her naked body lying beside me. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The most beautiful creature I had ever felt.

She wanted to take a shower before we continued; what exactly did she want to continue doing, and for how long? Tonight? The entire weekend? She said she planned to seduce me at the wedding.

I should let her.

“I can't use these condoms in the shower.” They didn’t stay in place and were a bugger to get rolled on properly.

“You won't need a condom for what I plan to do.” She was confident, domineering. I liked it. It aroused me like it did in the lighthouse.

I jumped out of bed and dragged her with me. “What are we waiting for?” It helped that we were already naked and comfortable with our nakedness.

The bathroom was separated into sections. The jacuzzi tub was encased with frosted glass to let light in and keep wandering eyes out. If Angelic wanted to take advantage of me again this weekend, the tub might be a good place as any.

I was envious. Richard was known to have one of the best designing minds in the shoe fashion industry. Something told me he had a lot to do with the design of this shower. This very large, functional shower. The toilet and sink were in a different room altogether.

I wondered if all the bathrooms at the bed and breakfast had a similar design or if the family bath was the only one over the top. I never did get around to scooping out the place before I ran into Angelic in the kitchen.

That was merely hours ago. I felt like we had been together longer. In my soul we had been together for the past eleven years ever since she rescued me from the park.

I adjusted the knobs until I got the water to the perfect temperature. I took Angelic’s hand and led her in. The rainshower head was large enough for both of us to fit underneath.

I watched the water glide down her toned body. I turned her and reached for the shampoo. I massaged her scalp and enjoyed the pleasant moans escaping her lips as she leaned into me.

I rinsed and repeated. I loved the silky softness as I ran my hands through her curls. They didn’t mat or tangle. They glided effortlessly and I wanted to continue playing with them.

“I think my hair is clean enough,” she teased, knowing I was stalling. It amazed me how petite she was, considering her strength and stamina. It was not as apparent when we were in bed. Having her standing in front of me in the shower, she barely came to my shoulders. She couldn’t be more than five feet.

I took the loofa and washed every nook and cranny of her beautifully sculpted body. When I had her fully lathered, I hit the jets and watched her eyes widen and she squealed, realizing the jets were coming from all angles.

Including the floor, and Angelic was standing directly over one.

She jumped and I pulled her back on top of the jets and watched her face flush and her eyes glisten. I knew what those jets were doing and I was aroused at her inability to prevent her orgasm from taking over. I wished the shower had a mirror. I wanted her to see how remarkably breathtaking she was during an orgasm.

She collapsed into my arms and I cradled her to my chest. I lifted her to ravish her mouth and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I wanted that kiss. That kiss that got under my skin and drove my blood to boil. I felt my erection and I wanted to fuck her but I couldn't.

Not without protection. I almost didn't care. I knew I was clean; I made a point to get tested regularly. It was a necessary part of being a womanizer. It was her I had to think about.

She released her legs and broke away from my mouth that had been devouring her nonstop. Making her way down my body, she started with my nipples that hardened at her touch. She sucked on them and nipped them gently, circling them with her tongue.

My head fell back and I could no longer contain the excitement. My entire body was humming with pleasure from her touch.

She backed me against the tiles. Their coolness reflected the heat coming off my body. She looked up with those amazing eyes and smiled. I was not lying when I told her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever been with. Her beauty radiated inside and out and I wanted her to believe, I need her to believe, she was the first woman I had ever said that to.

I wanted her to be last.

She knelt and took my cock between her perfect heart shaped lips. That was what she meant when she said I wouldn’t need a condom. I let her suck and tease. She pulled me towards the jets, then she hit the switch. The water massaged my balls as she pumped vigorously on my enlarged shaft. I lost myself in her and took every bit of pleasure she was providing.

She pulled me out of her mouth with a resounding pop and began to fuck my cock with her tits. Holy fuck, I was going to explode all over her. That wasn’t where I wanted my seed. I wanted it inside her. I wanted to fill her womanly cavern. What she had done to me had me losing all control, all common sense.

I wanted to feel her gripping me. I wanted to drill her and fill her. I wanted her to smell of my sex so that no man will ever touch her the way I could. I wanted to ruin her for any other man. I wanted to be the only man who touched her ever.

Logic went out the window.

I would claim her. She would be mine.

I raised her head, pulled her up and held her directly above my erection. My intentions were clear, I wanted to fuck her bareback, but I wanted her permission. I needed her to tell me she was ok, that she trust me, no matter what happened.

She attacked my mouth and plunged her tongue inside. She lowered herself onto my cock and deepened the kiss. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it. If all she was looking for this weekend was mind blowing sex from me, I would give it to her. I would give her everything she wanted for now.

I turned her back against the tile, giving me better leverage. She wrapped her legs tight around my waist and used every muscle in her body to take me. She swiped all the product off the shelf in the shower and propped herself up onto it. Her perfect ass fit like it was made for her, made for this. I continue to hammer into her blindly.

Every thick vein of my cock grazed the inside of her tight pussy. As wet as she was, her tight cavern stretched to accommodate me as I got harder, longer. I pushed harder, faster. I couldn't get deep enough, even though my balls were slapping against her curvaceous ass.

I’d barely left her mouth long enough to breathe, let alone to let her scream. I broke the kiss and watched her eyes glaze over. I was so enthralled in the sensation of riding her I almost missed the signs. She had come properly several times since I had been fucking her, maybe longer.

Time had no meaning, the only thing that meant anything to me right now was how she felt gripped to my cock.

I didn't recognize the sound of my own voice. The gravelly growl came from somewhere deep within. Deep like I was embedded in her. I didn't want to leave, not yet. I felt every spasm, every jerk, every fucking nerve in my body when I came.

I wanted it to start all over again.

I wanted to fuck her again. I was jealous of how a woman could recover from her orgasm so quickly. With men, it took a while longer for us to come around. I would take her again before the night was over, or before the sun came up, of that I was sure.

For now I would rinse us off and carry her to my bed and keep her close. She got her fantasy and I planned on having mine. What my Angel was not aware of was that she had not been the only one waiting. I had been waiting for the chance to make love to my Angel since that night in the park.

If I had not been too drunk, would I have broken my rule and taken her that night in my dorm room?

I’d already broken one rule with my Angel.

How many more rules was I willing to break to keep her by my side?