JAMIESON
I’m not sure who’s going to enjoy this more, who’s going to win, and who’s going to get off last, but I’m sure as fuck going to make it last—for hours.
Kissing her neck, I run my hands down her body, undressing her slowly as I take in her soft, milky white skin that pebbles under my ministrations. I always expected we’d get here, but I never thought she’d be leaving before I’d had my fill. Have I been with women that I wanted to strap down and keep for days? Loads of them, yes. Have I enjoyed them? Yes. But not one of them have made me excited at the idea of who they are and what they’re about. They were strangers, even if we’d been together multiple times. I never cared to hear or know about their lives. Carli? I’m enthralled as she speaks, I still am. I want to help her, and I sure as hell want to be with her.
My needs were paramount and theirs didn’t matter. Right now, I want to make her...
Happy.
Growling out commands to her, my voice betrays me. My body betrays me. Words are not needed to show Carli how bad I want to pull her apart. With her standing still in barely there lace, facing the sea against the same window I stroked one out to as I thought of her, it seems surreal. Had I thought we’d be here? No. Why? Because I figured she’d never give me the time of day after Dad’s funeral. That day in Indy still haunts me.
Why did I do it? I know. Years of fucking easy winter pussy, and I fell for it when one was laid out on the bed of my hotel in Indianapolis.
The guys on the Olympic team thought they were doing me a favor sending me a girl to release tension with on the day of my Dad’s funeral. Under regular circumstances, I wouldn’t have disagreed. She would have been a distraction I’d have enjoyed repeatedly that night, but they had no idea I’d met Carli. Asking her to meet me at the hotel, giving her permission to settle into my room while I was on the way there after dinner, I had no idea there was a woman strapped to the bed waiting for me. Carli walked in, found said Boarder Bimbo on the bed and walked right out. When I got to the room, I understood immediately. I knew why Carli was gone and why she had reservations about me. Thankfully, those reservations are minimized as she’s naked in my room.
Midday in Malibu, the sun is something I usually can’t handle, but I don’t give a shit right now. Looking at Carli, taking in that intricate tattoo that courses over her shoulder blade and part of her back, I realize there’s a problem.
“Take it off.”
Pulling her hands back, she undoes the clasp on her bra. The thin material hits the concrete surface like a feather on the breeze. Slipping a finger into the band of her panties, about to inch them down, my heart skips a beat.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands through the scruff on my face. I want to watch this, taking in all of that fabulous skin. I want more. I want to participate. Tearing myself from where I was leaning, watching, I can’t handle only spectating. “Stop,” I growl.
Her body is like dessert and I have the fork. Stepping close, I grip the edge of her panties and pull tight, causing it to rip, even as that tight little ass of hers holds her thong’s center hostage. “You don’t need these,” I tell her.
Grasping the other side, pulling tightly, the band releases her body. Now the only thing holding the material in place is the area I intend to explore. Bending low, kneeling on the rough rug at the door, I tug on the silk with my teeth. Pulling it slowly, inch by inch, it slips between those lovely cheeks. With every movement, Carli’s breathing changes tempo. Once it’s free, I drop the tattered red material on the floor, then turn back to the best ass I’ve ever seen.
Kissing it reverently ten times, then ten times nipping it between my teeth, I can smell the sweetness of Carli’s arousal. She’s soaking wet with need and it’s my fault. I really like that.
Smacking her cheek hard, she moans. Nothing sounds better than that.
“Do that again.” As the red rises, I hit the other globe equally hard. Her small squeal this time drives my cock to a painful point. Seeing my handprint rising on that lily-white skin of hers, I revel in the beauty of it. It wasn’t some battery-operated toy that hit all the right spots, it’s me pulling this from her. Dragging my hands up and down her legs, slowly, I caress every perfected inch. Reaching her apex, I feather soft touches along the crease of her ass.
Every time I thumb the soft skin of her pussy, she pants and sucks in air. Her body rocks back and forth as she tries to entice me to do more. To touch her more. She wants me to slick my fingers and make her fall apart. She wants the easy off that she has with her pocket cock.
No way.
Grasping her hips, I spin her around and see her perfectly shaved, neatly trimmed pussy. It calls to me. Wanting it more than I need to breathe, I can’t hold off any longer. Pushing her hips into the glass, the only thing holding her up will be me. “You’ll come hard, but it won’t be by a vibrator, Carli.” Holding her still, I dip my tongue into her sweet heat. She tastes just as I expected. Strawberries, pineapples, mangos, and every sweet fruit my mind can conjure up.
“Holy Fuck!” she screams out. Fantastic. Humming my approval into her cunt, I begin to lick every surface, the succulent skin ripples and adjusts as I press on. Pushing her ass into the glass harder, then gripping it, I lift her up to hold her against the glass with me standing. Resting her legs on my shoulders, letting those heels rest behind me, I devour her. I feel like a starved sex addict. Pressing my fingers into her skin, pushing her to the edge, I taunt and tease the sensitive skin of her core.
“Oh my God. Jamieson!”
Knowing I’m doing exactly what will bring out her orgasm, I push further. Slicking my fingers through her arousal, I insert the tips of two of my fingers into her tight pussy, stretching her out, and one at her ass. Crying out her pleasure, I push on, knowing she’s close as I’m licking, sucking, and nipping her. Carli screams, moans, and whines as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. Making my cock rock hard, raging its disappointment as it’s straining to be involved, I grasp it tightly, stroking it in time to the licks of punishment I’m giving her. Fuck, what a sight we’d be if someone walked in. Her ass plastered to the glass, my face buried deep in her cunt, as I jerk myself off.
Stopping my hand, needing to sink my dick inside her, I lift my head, releasing the hold on her pussy.
She groans and screams her disappointment. “I was so close!”
“Greedy woman.” Lowering her legs so that her wet cunt is pushed against my naked chest, I walk across the porch with her in my arms. Setting Carli on her feet, I grit out, “If I keep that up, my cock won’t feel you, and he’s jealous.”
She giggles. “I’ll enjoy it if you give it to me more than once, Jamieson. I promise.”
“Turn around, woman. Face that audience,” I tell her, then curse. “Fuck.”
“What?” she asks.
“I didn’t grab a condom. I’ll be right back.”
Grasping my hand, pulling me back towards her, “Oh no you don’t. You’re not leaving me here like this. I’ll go grab Jai if you do.”
What the fuck? “Who the hell is Jai?”
“Jai is my pink vibrator. You met him once before, Crown.” Pushing her ass skyward, she leans along the concrete wall, touching herself, tempting my resolve. “I’m clean and on the pill. If you’re clean, too, we’re going into war, soldier.” Rubbing her sensitive bud, she says, “Unless you’d like to watch me get off on my own?”
Fuck. “You have no idea how much I’d love that. But I want my dick so deep in you, that you can tell me which ball is bigger.”
“Bring it on, Jamieson,” she taunts, humming out my name as she touches herself. I know her end is nearing. Even though I love watching this, I’m afraid that running off for a condom means I’ll miss the best parts. It took a million years to get her here, and I’m not fucking it up now. I’m clean, and if she is, we’re doing this.
Stepping up to her, I shift her hands to the wall and hold them in place, rubbing my cock along her sex. “Hold on, love,” I warn, positioning my cock.
Slipping past her entrance, slowly, I slide in, giving her body time to adjust. Her tightness almost has me coming undone within seconds. “Jesus!” I yell out. I’ve never ridden bareback, and the feeling is completely unexpected.
She’s screaming her joy and I’m grunting. I can’t believe how our bodies fit like a puzzle. Arching my hips forward, pulling back and continuing the beat, I hold Carli’s hands in my own. Craning her neck back, leaning on my chest, I dip toward her. Covering her mouth with mine, our tongues tangle, breathing for each other, hitching air as we try to gather sanity in this moment. The feel of her body is exquisite. She matches me move for move as we sweat in the midday sun. Pistoning into her, Carli’s body grips me tightly. I’ve never felt this. I’ve never had sex without coverage. Could I do it with anyone else? No.
Pulling back slightly, I slam forward, bottoming out. “Jamieson!” Carli calls out, roaring toward her release.
Letting her hands go, gripping her hips, I ride the tightening of her body as she falls apart, pushing her orgasm to the fore. Nothing compares. Carli squeals and mewls as her body rides the high, bringing me to my own end. As my balls stiffen to the point of pain, I let go. Releasing inside her soft body, she crests again at the same moment with another tight grip on my body as she screams through another orgasm.
Riding that new wave of bliss, reaching around, Carli grips my ass to pull us closer, like it’s possible. With aftershocks hitting us, I don’t want to leave her body, and her nails tight in the globes of my ass almost make it impossible. Leaning to the side, holding her tight to my body, I look down.
In a mass of sweaty bodies, I flop us down into the nearest chaise lounge in our path. “I stand corrected,” she states as I tuck her in tight to my chest.
“And that is on what, love?”
Trailing her hand up and down my arm, she traces the tattoo lines. “I thought your little wooden toy couldn’t get the job done, if you remember.”
I clear my throat. “Yeah. You thought it was little. Slightly surprised now, love?”
“You’re a grower, and yes, I’m impressed.”
“Well, what do you say to a shower before we eat then, Ms. Katana? I believe you still owe me a reason for running home.”
“Just when I thought my womanly wiles would deter you.”
No way. I’m not letting her off the hook. “Not happening, lady.” Pulling her in tight against my body again, I lift us off the chair. Yeah, I could pull out, but I’m loving her heat. I don’t want to let it go just yet.