The softness of her body, the sweetness of her essence, and the affection in her kisses reach the depths of my soul and fills my cock with a need to possess her.
Standing up, I cradle her tight, and her arms lock behind my head. Her skirt falls to the ground, then her legs wrap themselves around my waist while her eyes bore into mine.
We are both hungry for more.
I kick the bedroom door shut, then pull the bed sheet back and gently lay her down. “I want you naked.”
She lays back on the bed and watches while I remove her heels and stockings. As I slowly undress, savoring the moment, she reaches for me.
Crawling to the middle of the bed, I kneel before her. She looks incredibly beautiful and vulnerable, with her hair fanning out on the white sheets and her big amber eyes full of lust, desire, and trust.
“You have the most beautiful sculpted lips, Jocko.” She reaches to touch them, and I lean down so she can. Her fingers gently trace the edges, then she pushes one inside, and my tongue rolls over it, then wraps around it, and I suck. Her eyelids hood and the sight makes everything inside harden with desire. I release the suction of it to flick it fast.
She smiles. “Is that how you're going to eat my cherry pie?”
I grin as I go down on her, and her finger slips out.
“That's affirmative.”
She smiles as she puts her finger in her mouth, and lets me see her tongue wrap around it, then she sucks it.
God, this woman! My balls tighten, and my cock goes rigid. Grabbing her ankles, I pull her body into position, then push her legs apart. Her slit is small and pink. I push my hands under her hips and lift her pussy to my lips. Her legs splay open.
Nipping, licking, sucking her inner thigh, I work my way up to taste her tenderness. When I reach her perfect pink little slit, I drag my long, flat tongue from bottom to top, leaving nothing neglected.
Her breath hitches, then she moans. The sound makes my cock throb.
I take my time eating her entire treasure. Her hips hunch, helping, while her fingers flex in my hair, pulling me down, then pushing me off, riding my tongue. Her moans become a song.
Her face fills with passion, then contorts with pleasure as I bring her to the brink. Flicking my tongue fast over her clit, her legs begin to quiver.
Gripping her hips tight, I hold her still. Sucking her. Flicking her. Driving her. Wanting to hear her scream with pleasure. She arches her back, thrusting her tits to the ceiling.
She's close. So close. Come on, baby, come on. Give it to me.
Then she grips the bedsheets. “UUUgh! Jocko! Baby! Slam that monster in me! Give it to me, DEEP! PLEASE!”
Goddamn! My cock floods with blood. My balls fill to the brink. Pre-cum oozes out. And all self-control is gone!
I push off her, line it up, and give her what she wants.
I slam my monster to the fucking hilt into her tight, velvet, juicy pussy, pulling a groan of sheer rapture from my mouth. She grabs my bulging triceps to hold on as she cries her encouragement, “YES, YES!”
The mattress bounces with the force of the fucking, and her mouth forms a silent “O” as I thrust with a frenzy. Her face scrunches tighter and tighter as my cock gets harder and harder. When I cum, the power of my ejaculation deep into her rolls her eyes back, and her whole body convulses with her orgasm.
I collapse on top of her, unable to move, and we breathe face to face. Helpless, happy, minds fucking blown.
She recovers first and begins pecking my lips with sweet, little butterfly kisses.
I force my eyes open and drape my arm around her. Her happiness beams at me, making me smile. Totally content for the first time in my life, I close my eyes and sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Jocko
When I wake, I reach for Jorja, but she isn’t in bed. Sitting up, I glance around for her clothes. Her heels and hose lay abandoned on the floor, and I drop back on the bed and stretch. I hear the toilet flush and reach for a pillow to prop my head up so I can fully enjoy the vision I’m about to see.
She opens the door slowly and peeks out. I can’t help the grin plastered on my face.
With her hair bound up in a towel, she walks to the bed. Her naked body's rosy red from a hot shower, but it’s her eyes and her smile that captivates me. She looks different.
I lift my hand, “Come here.”
Crawling to me, her tits dangling, I’m naturally tempted to cup them, but her eyes keep me focused. I touch her shoulder and trace my fingers down her arm. She gives me her hand, and I hold it. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “I've never been better.”
Leaning forward, she kisses me. I cup her face and let her tenderness reach those dark places I've hidden from the world.
When she lets my lips go, she stares into my eyes, tracing her fingertips along my lips, pulling my bottom lip out, and popping it. She smiles, “If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me.”
I bring her hand to my lips, kissing the back, then flip it over to kiss the palm. She spreads her fingers and cinches our hands, then kisses them. She shakes the towel off and rolls into my embrace.
“Ditto.” I kiss the top of her head.
We lay content in silence. My thoughts go back to the first time I saw her and fell in love.
I was a sophomore, and she was a freshman. It was the first day of school, and I was sitting in the gym with my bros, cutting up, cackling at the freshman girls, giving the newbies nicknames that would stick the remainder of their lives. Some were brutal, some were funny, but none were nice.
Then Jorja walked in. Her long hair was curled and bounced. Her bangs pulled into a ponytail. Her body was built like a brick shit house.
She was wearing a red ribbed sweater tank top with a choker collar that accentuated her curves. Her tits were full, but not excessive. She had on a pair of skinny jeans with heels. Her legs were long, her thighs curvy, and her ass was perfectly proportional. The guys gave her all sorts of appropriate names, like Ten for the Win and Dick Flick, but I was quiet. Actually, I was speechless. Surprised that just looking at her made me feel good inside.
She passed by totally ignoring us, but I continued to stare at her climbing the bleachers, daintily threading the crowd, being polite. It wasn’t until she sat down that she looked at our group, and our eyes connected. At that moment, time stood still, and I knew she was going to be mine.
One of the guys, I don’t remember who now, ribbed me and asked. “So, what are we going to call her?”
I grinned at him. “I’m calling, ‘Dibs.’”
“Fuck!” He whined, “That's not what I meant.”
“But that’s what it is.”
The others complained, but I just stared at her, amazed that a girl could evoke such an emotional reaction.
Two hours later, I was pulled from class and told my parents had been killed in an auto accident, and everything changed.
She looks at me. “When did you know?”
I grin, “I was just remembering when.”
She flips over, expectantly. Her eyes are shining.
“When did you know?” I tease her, knowing she wants me to go first but making her confess before I do.
“I think I knew the first time I saw you.” She lays her head on my chest, and absentmindedly runs her fingertips over my skin. Circling my trident scar, she asks, “What happened here?”