Chapter Ten
Jaime’s dark eyes sparked with lust as she slid her tight pussy around his rigid cock. Even through the condom, he felt the nuances of her body as she settled herself into place. He’d never dreamed Jaime would have such an assertive side to her sexuality.
Okay, so he had dreamed it, and now it was coming true as she circled her hips, seeming to draw him even deeper into her. His stomach clenched as thought drained from his brain, everything focusing on the woman straddling him, working his cock with her amazing body.
He ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs, the strong muscles beneath the soft skin tensing with her movements. The earthy scent of sex filled the room as Jaime began to rock against him. She never lifted her body, just kept him fully within as she chased satisfaction.
The eroticism of watching her pleasure herself tightened his balls, but her slow, easy movements kept his own release from threatening. He cupped her round ass, pushing her onto him even deeper. Her breathy whimpers gained intensity as he tilted her forward, pressing her clit against him with her every move.
He ran his hands up her rib cage and cupped her supple breasts. Her wicked smile widened as she placed her hands on either side of his head and leaned over, presenting her delectable nipples at the perfect angle for tasting.
A flutter of his tongue caused a stutter in her movements, so he kept up the gentle adoration of her breasts. Loving Jaime was a long and gentle affair, not the fast and hard treatment he’d become accustomed to. Different, and yet wilder in its own way.
With his thumb rubbing across the nipple he’d just sucked to a taught peak, he switched to the other and caught movement at the foot of the bed. His stomach tightened for a brief moment until he realized what he saw.
A mahogany dressing mirror angled to the side of the bed gave him an amazing view of Jaime from behind as she worked him. He watched her above him, the swaying dark hair and flushed cheeks a gorgeous picture of lust. Then his gaze switched back to the mirror, a naughtier version of the same thing.
Better than any picture he might have taken, it was like starring in his own bedroom film, only better since it was actually his cock getting worked by the exotic beauty, his woman grinding against him.
Her pace and breath quickened and he watched from both angles as she climaxed, her décolleté flushing red, the muscles of her ass clenching and releasing with the identical rhythm her pussy worked on his cock.
As soon as her breathing began to slow, he grasped her hips and lifted them off his so he had room to thrust into her. She gasped at each thrust, and so did he as he watched the mirror as his cock pistoned in and out of her.
Her head rested next to his on the pillow as she lifted her hips a bit more. He pulled her ass cheeks apart for a better view as he fucked her, driving into her with all the excitement he felt.
She licked his ear and his fingers clenched against her soft flesh. She nipped his earlobe and he pushed even deeper into her.
“Tómame ahora,” she breathed against his ear as her whimpering moans started again. He rose to her command to “do me now”. Like a beast unleashed, he worked her body the way she’d worked his, pressing her sensitive pussy against his pelvis with each thrust.
The show in the mirror, the heady scent in the room, the soundtrack of Jaime’s aroused mewing in his ear and her hot pussy accommodating his cock spun together, pushing him to the brink of release.
But it was the soft pressure of her teeth on his earlobe, her pussy clenching him like a vice that pulled his climax from him. She gave a silent scream as he drove into her again and again, milking his cock of all he had.
As pleasure waned, he settled her against him, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks of orgasm. He played with her silky hair as she lay sprawled atop him, her breath still coming in rough pants. He rubbed her back, the sheen of sweat letting his hands glide smoothly up and down her soft skin.
“I could fall asleep like this,” she whispered once she’d caught her breath.
“I still have some business to take care of,” he whispered back.
She lifted her head, her long hair falling around them. “You could make love again? After that? I can barely move.”
He chuckled, making his chest move and her breasts bounce against it. With a sight like that, he could do her again. “I meant the condom.”
“Oh, right.” She rolled off but maintained her spent, splayed pose.
He smiled all the way to the bathroom and back, returning with her glass of water.
“Bless you,” she said as she sat up and then leaned against the padded headboard before she took the glass. “I really don’t think I can move.” He kissed her forehead before rounding the bed, catching his semi-erect state in the mirror. He could go again, but one look at the silly haze of satisfaction lighting her features and he knew he should wait. When a woman is totally blissed out, best to let her enjoy it.
He shut off the bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness so he wasn’t tempted to give the mirror another show. He pulled the satin sheet from the end of the bed and covered them both as he settled in next to her. She slipped beneath the sheet and turned to face him, her fingers soft against his cheek.
“Does that count as two?” she whispered, her voice low and sleepy.
“Two what?” Orgasms? Because if she faked either one she was a hell of an actress.
“Positions. That’s what you meant about more than one position during sex, right?” She drifted her hand along his neck and across his chest. If she kept this up, she’d find herself in another in under a minute.
He cleared his throat and took her wandering hand in his, kissing her fingers one by one before he moved their hands to the mattress between them. “Two orgasms, two positions.”
“Wow.” He could hear the smile in her voice.
“The shower this morning was two positions.”
“Really?”
“One leg around my hip as we were standing, then both legs around my back.” Damn, his cock stiffened to full attention.
“It seemed like a natural progression.” She spoke with the bored air of a student in class. “We had sex twice in one day, in four positions. Wow.”
“Can we talk about Mt. Rushmore? Or gold mines or something else?” he shifted, trying to clear his head of the visions of fucking Jaime in so many delicious ways.
“Why?”
He brought her hand beneath the sheet and rubbed her knuckles along his stiff length. Which wasn’t his brightest idea, since his cock twitched at the promise of her touch.
“You’re kidding.” Amazement lifted her voice. She wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.
He closed her fingers in his, hoping to stop her exploration before he passed the point of no return. “J’aime, don’t start something we’re not going to finish.”
“How do you want to be finished?” A smoky, Spanish accent thickened her tone and her soft lips planted kisses along his jaw. “Do you want my mouth,” she said in the softest of whispers, “or my pussy?”
He framed her face between his hands and claimed her lips with a primal passion. They were totally having phone sex once he got back to Paris. That voice could make oil go hard.
With one hand, he reached between them and slid his fingers against her slick folds. She moaned through their kiss when he circled her clit with his thumb and slipped two fingers inside her, curling them against the roughened pad of her G-spot.
“How do you want it, J’aime?” He broke their kiss long enough to ask.
“I, I don’t know,” she whispered. “I want to kiss you. I want you to come again.”
“I love when you talk sex.” He rolled to the bedside table, his cock slipping from her grasp. He snagged another condom and turned back to her. “We’re having phone sex every day, no excuses.”
He kissed her before she could protest, lifting her leg over his and aligning their hips. He released her lips and kissed her neck as he slid into her, enjoying her soft gasps and whimpers as he began to rock their bodies with a slow, powerful rhythm.
She ran her fingernails against his scalp and moaned. “This is like dancing, only a million times better.”
He laughed and sought her mouth again, kissing her to the same beat that he fucked her, slowly building the fire of another orgasm. This felt different than earlier, the heady fog that had swum around him the first time they’d made love returning. The more he gave, the more she took, as if she couldn’t get enough. He knew the feeling, because it washed over him too.
She moaned and lifted her leg higher, her breath becoming more shallow with each thrust. He’d learned the hot grip of her pussy well enough to know one orgasmic quiver would be the end of him. He shifted his hips to hold her off, but it had the opposite effect. She broke their kiss and arched her back, pressing her hand onto his ass to anchor him to her. He didn’t thrust as she came, just held on and let the muscles of her pussy spasm around him until he came with a thundering shout.
A small voice in his head screamed for him to change the position, to pump into her or pull out, anything to break the spell. But the connection was too intoxicating to give up. He didn’t want to just fuck her, he wanted to love her.
He wanted to make her come and make her come with him. Anywhere. Everywhere.
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“We could go to the reptile gardens next.” Jaime stretched her bare feet on the dashboard, her red toenails flashing in the hot sun.
“I would think you’d have had enough of family events after the gold mine this morning.” He took the folder of brochures from her and fingered through them.
“Who is the grumpy grumbler now?” Jaime turned in her seat, facing him as she pulled her long hair into a ponytail and secured it with the purple band she’d had on her wrist since breakfast. He’d been wondering if it was some kind of fashion statement. “I think it’s great that so many kids get to experience history like this. You’re just mad because there was such a line to pan for gold.”
He looked at her over the top of his sunglasses. “You were the one who wanted to pan for gold.”
She reached for the small vial of gold dust around her neck. “Jealous that I had better luck?”
He laughed, wishing their day had been more romantic and less family vacation. He wanted to keep her hot, but so far today only the sun was helping him out in that department.
She snatched a random brochure. “Oh, the presidential wax museum. Let’s get our picture taken with Lincoln.”
“Seriously?” He grabbed the brochure back and stuck it in the folder.
“Why not? This is what you wanted right? To do all the things included in the package?” She took her feet off the dash and slipped them into her embroidered flip-flops.
“I hadn’t planned on following around the primary-school set, no. I’d head to Rushmore right now if Molly and Dave at the hotel hadn’t said a motorcycle rally was visiting it today.”
“You don’t like kids?” She looked at him with complete disgust.
“I don’t like them as much as you do. Everywhere we go, you become a magnet for lost and screaming children.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s the teacher vibe. Kids can tell when they’re safe with someone, and they lock onto that when they’re afraid. So, what’ll it be, mister tour director? Living snakes or dead ones?” She laughed at her own joke.
“None of the above.”
She sat up straighter. “Are we leaving South Dakota?”
He started he car and put it in gear. “Not a chance, tomorrow you can see your dead presidents in stone, today we’re doing something else.”
“Like what?” She fastened her seatbelt and then smiled over at him.
“Careful, J’aime, or I’m going to think you’re enjoying this.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I know I should already be home helping with the wedding, but this is my first vacation, so it’s fun.”
His foot slipped off the brake and the car rolled before he slammed on the brake and stuck it in neutral. “What do you mean, your first vacation?”
“Okay, you know, I’m tired of you thinking everything about me is freakish. My dad lives in Mexico, my mom lives in Oregon, every school holiday has been split between them.”
“But you went on vacations with them.” She had to have, because the alternative was as freakish as she thought.
“I went to Disneyland once, but the first part of the week was babysitting one of my younger brothers from my dad, and the second part of the week was watching Allison so my mom and stepdad could take the boys on the rides.” She smoothed her hands on her tan capris.
“But when you go to Mexico, isn’t that like a holiday?”
“That’s seeing as much family as I can. My dad has eight siblings and I have more cousins than I can possibly see in a week. Besides, when my brothers were younger, he’d arrange for the nanny to take her vacation when I was in town to help with the boys.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
She lifted her shoulder, the pink strap of her bra slipping out from beneath her white tank. “Mexican culture is all about family. Besides, I wanted to spend as much time with my brothers as possible. I was only there a couple months a year and I wanted them to remember me.”
He nodded. “So why didn’t you vacation with your mom’s family? Allison has taken Trent on some trips she’d done as a child. Hawaii, the Puget Sound, even Mexico.”
Jaime bubbled up with laughter. “I took her with me to Mexico one summer and she lasted three days before she demanded to go back. We had fun before she got too high maintenance. I remember my abuela saying she was so relieved I wasn’t an American girl like Allison after she kept picking apart her food and constantly taking cold showers from the heat. She had Trent take her to Cabo, which is very Americanized from all the tourism.”
“But she liked the heat in Hawaii?”
Jaime shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. They took family vacations while I was with my dad. Anytime they went anywhere, I had to go to Mexico.”
“Why?”
“Hey, going to Mexico is a good thing. My abuela is an amazing cook. And my brothers missed me.” She toyed with the hem of her tank top.
“And you didn’t answer my question.”
She rolled her eyes. “It was a money thing. My dad felt taken advantage of because he was expected to pay for everything for me instead of sharing costs with my mom. But my mom stopped working when she had Ben, so all the money was my stepdad’s, and he didn’t want to have to pay for anything for me. He’s very conservative and thought that since he provided completely for his children, my father should do the same, but my dad is very liberal and found it sexist that my mom wouldn’t provide anything monetary.”
“Um, wow.”
“Welcome to the politics of custody arrangements.” She gave a weak smile. “My stepmother also took issue with the difference in cost for things in Mexico and Oregon, plus they were supporting four boys of their own. It was a jumble, and I tried my best not to ask anyone for anything.”
“I’m sorry.”
She reached for the folder and opened it again, pretending she hadn’t seen it all before. “I’m sorry you asked. But I think it’s the answer to your question about why I’m going to Oregon. I think without the pressure of money, I can have a better relationship with my mom. I know she wanted to help me more, but she wasn’t willing to stand up to my stepfather. It’s kind of embarrassing to know your parents had a dollar value on you since you were three.”
“It shouldn’t have been that way.”
“It isn’t anymore. I pay my own way for everything.” She closed the folder and her shoulders slumped. “Well, I did until I got in this car with you.”
“Thank goodness you got in the car. You deserve a vacation more than anyone I’ve ever met.” He reached out and touched her face, intending to pull her forward for a kiss. But he sensed now was not the time.
“I should be paying my way. I can. I have savings.”
“Which you need to get an apartment and a car once you’re settled in Oregon. Besides, I’m doing things with you I wouldn’t have done alone. I never would’ve gone gold mining.”
“True, I could tell you wanted to leave as soon as you saw the school bus and all the kiddos in matching shirts.”
“I really did, but I’m glad we stayed, even if I didn’t find any gold. And I never would have known that hotel was haunted.”
“That hotel is haunted. Don’t mock.”
He held up a hand. “I was there, you were freezing.”
“Thank you. I’m still a little freaked out a ghost tried to turn me into a Popsicle.”
“I’m quite fond of that ghost. It got you into my bed. Where you’ve stayed ever since.” He met her dark gaze, loving the way her eyes smiled even if her mouth didn’t.
“Okay then, let’s go see some snakes.”
He shook his head. “I have a much better idea.”