Chapter 10

Maya

James was so hot when he was angry, and it was nice to see that his anger wasn’t focused on me, unlike Craig’s which always had been no matter who else was to blame.

I was so turned on from touching him, and I’d finally gotten that damned zipper down so I could touch more. This was the time he’d try and stop me for good, but I searched his eyes and slipped my hand down into his pants to stroke his thick erection anyway. He was much bigger than I’d expected and quite bigger than Craig, who had been average at best. Maybe that’s why he stayed in a bad fucking mood.

My hand gripped him tight at his base, and he sucked a breath through his teeth, hissing with pleasure and tugging his pants down around his thighs. “Are you sure you want this, Maya? Once you get me going, I’m not going to want to stop.”

“Then don’t.” I kissed his pouty lips and pulled away giving him a smile. “Undress me.”

His hands reached behind me and undid the long zipper he’d done up for me hours earlier. I slipped my arms free and then let it fall to my feet. “You’re beautiful, Maya. I knew if you wore that dress someone would hit on you. Anyone would be crazy not to want you.” He cupped my breasts and took turns kissing them back and forth, his warm lips falling upon them to suck my nipples and tug them with soft, tender nibbles.

My plunging neckline hadn’t afforded me a bra, but I had worn a soft lace panty beneath, and that’s all I had left covering my sex.

One arm came around me, pulling me closer to kiss me deeply, as the other slipped beneath the lace and stroked my bare mound.

“I want to taste you.” He dipped his finger into my channel and stroked as I moaned out loud, and then he raised his hand to my mouth and pushed his glistening fingers between my lips. I sucked the salt from them, rolling my tongue and licking them seductively. He walked me back to the chair I’d been in minutes before and turned me to lean me back against it.

I rested on my elbows as he kissed down my tummy and across my aching bud which throbbed with need. As soon as his mouth made contact with my clit, I screamed out with pleasure and bucked my hips. He got to his knees to worship it, and reached up, gripping my ass as he pulled me closer, flicking his tongue deep into my channel and pushing two fingers against my walls, which were already quivering.

He rose up and whispered into my ear. “You’re ready for me, you’ve wanted this all week, haven’t you?”

“Yes, James. I knew I’d do this if given a chance the moment I laid eyes on you.” I did too; I’d been instantly attracted and had even fantasized about us being together just before the kiss and every second after.

He pumped his hand faster, and his long, nimble fingers worked my most sensitive spot, and I screamed out coming hard, and he rose up and kissed me, my taste still fresh in his mouth as his cock brushed against my sex. “You wanted a taste of me too, didn’t you, Maya?” He looked into my eyes and then stepped back, stroking his cock and holding it out as if it were an offering. “Taste me. I want to see your beautiful lips around it.”

I licked my lips and slid down to kneel on the hard floor in front of him. Though my knees ached on the marble tiles, I took him into my hands and used both to stroke him. I fondled his heavy sac as I licked the salt from his veiny flesh and gazed up into his eyes.

“Fuck, yeah.” He rested his hand on top of my head and caressed me as I worked him. The need built between my legs, so I slipped my hand down and played with my clit until my release had me moaning on his cock.

He put his hand under my chin and pulled away as I got to my feet. I barely had time to stand when he lifted me up, taking me into his arms, and carried me to his bedroom.

“I need you inside of me,” I whispered against his flesh, and then he lowered me to the bed and braced himself above me, kissing me with a passion that had ignited between us. It burned like an inferno as I wrapped my legs around his waist to encourage him.

“I need it too.” He centered his cock and nudged it inside me, inching it slowly down into my tight channel. It filled me up to my limits, stretching me farther than anyone had. He paused a moment and met my eyes. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, and he pushed it the rest of the way in, my walls stretching even more as he worked himself down to his base. He thrust hard, his balls slapping my ass as he found a steady pace.

It was heaven. His cock filled me up and stroked against my g-spot until the pressure built up like a dam about to burst. I ached for it too, needing the release that his throbbing member had worked so hard to give me.

I hadn’t been fucked like this before; not ever from Craig, and since he was only the third man I’d slept with, I hadn’t had much to compare him to. The two before him hadn’t counted for much, being we were just fumbling high school kids at the time, but this; this was magical.

James knew when to speed up and when to go slow; when to go hard, and when to caress. I orgasmed twice before we’d even gotten started, and he had me limp with rapture before his own consumed him.

He pounded his hips hard and then jerked his cock free. Hot jets shot forth, soaking my tits and he leaned down and sucked my nipples getting a taste of himself before collapsing next to me. “I need to get you cleaned up.” He rose up on his elbow and leaned over to kiss me. “Come on dirty girl, let’s get you to the shower.”

“I’m not sure I can walk.”

He chuckled as he took my hand. “You can make it; I’ll carry you if I have to.”

I eased over to the edge of the bed and sat up, my legs wobbling beneath me like a baby fawn. He pulled me in for a kiss and then walked ahead of me, holding my hand the whole way, until it was time to turn on the shower.

“Do you like it hot or cold?” He ran his hand beneath the spray and then stepped inside the shower which was surrounded by large natural stones like it belonged somewhere in the country. Upon entering, I realized for the first time, how it had been specifically designed for sex, the bars, and stones, even the glass walls, put in just the right places.

He stood behind me and washed his seed from my supple skin and kissed my shoulder. “I want more,” I whispered as his hand dipped lower to wash my slit.

“Greedy girl. I’ll give you more, but first, let me tend to you.” His fingers stroked me, first brushing softly against me, and then dipping inside of my walls, stroking my most tender spots.

“Please,” I called out desperately, but I was so tired and weak from our previous round, that he chuckled.

“You’re barely able to stand.” He held me close against him as if to keep me on my feet.

I knelt on the stone beside us and hugged the smooth stone in front of me offering myself as a virgin on a sacrificial stone.

He stepped up and lifted me into his arms. “It gets a little rough in here. These stones are pretty, but they aren’t very friendly. I promise this won’t be the last time, but let’s get you into bed.” He turned off the water and rung out my hair before scooping me up into his arms.

By the time we reached the bed, I was fast asleep.