I stroked my tongue along his, tasting the alcohol he’d also consumed, a little voice in the back of my head telling me I needed to think this through more.
I shut that inner door just as hard as Jameson had shut his bedroom door.
We were both pleasantly, vertically naked, and the feel of all his hot, hard flesh pressed against mine, of the wet slickness of his cockhead against my belly, his pre-cum smearing into my flesh, had me moaning.
“Mine,” he groaned, but the word was so low I wondered if I’d imagined it.
“I’m burning alive,” I found myself saying.
“We can both go up in flames then, baby,” he responded and kissed me with more fervor.
And then my back met the mattress and Jameson was right on top of me, splitting my thighs wide, settling between them, and letting me feel that hard length that would soon be buried deep in my body.
Chapter Four
Lia
“Jameson,” I groaned his name, my mouth at the crook of his neck, both of us breathing so hard.
“I want this to last.” His voice was muffled, his warm, humid breath skating along my body and sending shivers up and down my arms. “But I’m so far over the edge I’m afraid this’ll be over with before we really begin.”
The fact he was that worked up turned me on even more. I found myself lifting my hips a bit more, my slick sex rubbing against his rigid cock. He hissed and turned his head so he could kiss me, and for long, drugging seconds that's all we did.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, steadying myself for what was about to come, for what I really wanted to happen. I was done waiting. I’d felt like I’d been holding my breath for this experience for so long that I’d die if it didn’t happen now.
Jameson broke away and lifted his head up slightly, only enough that I could see his eyes were closed, his jaw was set tight, and he bit his lower lip and he pressed his hips further into the cradle of mine. The simple motion brought the very male part of him to the very female part of me, and now it was my turn to hiss at the contact.
“God, Lia.” He swallowed as if he couldn't get the rest of the words out. “You’re so wet for me.”
I could only nod. I was soaked, my wetness coating my inner thighs embarrassingly so.
He moved his fingers on the outside of my thigh, curled the digits under my knee, then pulled my leg out at the same time he moved back a little more. I held my breath as I watched him lower his eyes to the spot he spread wide, and he revealed my pussy in the dim lighting of the room.
The air left him almost violently. “God. Fuck… Lia.” He snapped his eyes back to my face. “You’re perfect.” Those last two words were so low I almost couldn’t make them out.
Jameson sat back on his knees, still holding me open. I braced my other foot on the bed, splitting my thighs open even wider, to which he groaned and closed his eyes for a second. I watched his nostrils flare slightly as he inhaled, then this rumble left him.
“You smell incredible.”
“Kiss me,” I begged and he growled right before he pressed his chest to mine again and our mouths crashed together in a tangle of lips and teeth.
He ground his cock against me. I writhed underneath him.
“Be with me.” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate.
I shifted and as if our bodies were magnets and hungry for this just as much as we were, his cockhead aligned perfectly with my opening. He stilled and gnashed his teeth together. His eyes grew hooded as he stared at me, and the blue color of his irises seemed to glow.
“You feel so… big, and you’re not even in me yet.” I don’t know why I’d said those words, but I saw this absolutely primal expression cover his face after I spoke them.
He leaned in and rested his forehead against mine, and we gasped against each other’s mouths. “You sure you’re ready?”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders again, and did the same with my legs around his waist. “I’ve never been surer, Jameson.”
“I love you,” he said against my cheek. “I love you, Lia.”
I closed my eyes, not reading into it. Loving someone and being in love with someone were two very different things.
“I love you, too,” I said, the truth in those words so real I teared up.
And then he started to push inside of me, stretching me, thrusting those thick inches into my virgin body, giving himself to me just as I was doing the same to him.
I let my head fall back against the mattress and closed my eyes, pushing past the discomfort, noting he moved slowly, giving me time to really feel him and get used to the sensations. It felt like I was burning alive, stretched in two, so fully penetrated I couldn't even catch my breath.
And then Jameson was buried to the hilt inside of me, his cock so thick and long, so hard and filling me up completely. For long moments he didn’t move, just stayed there, his cock twitching, my inner muscles clamping down.
“You doing okay?” he asked right by my ear, and I nodded, not trusting my voice.
In and out. Slow. Steady. Jameson moved within me like he thought I’d break. I wanted to tell him I wanted it all, fast and hard, completing me and consuming me.
“Oh, Lia. Christ.” He grunted. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” He pulled back, his arms straight on either side of my head, his skin tight. Seeing all of that hard muscle flexing under golden flesh had a shiver working through me.
He felt so deep inside of me.
“More,” I whispered and Jameson made this low sound in the back of his throat before he pulled almost all the way out, the head poised at my entrance, then slammed back into me.
I arched my back, tipped my head, and closed my eyes as that discomfort started being pushed away and pleasure took control.
His movements became fluid. Steady. Even.
The sound of wet skin slapping together, of sex meeting sex, of grunts and groans filled my head.
Thrusting in. Pulling out. Pushing in deep, retreating until just the head was lodged in me.
Jameson had his eyes closed, a fine sheen of sweat all over his body. He clenched his jaw and relaxed it. Clenched and relaxed. He was the perfect male specimen. Strong and virile, masculine and powerful.
I felt a climax climbing.
“Lia,” he moaned and rested his chest back on mine, went back to kissing me while never stopping his even thrusting. “That’s it.” His voice was tight. “God… fuck, yeah.” His words were clipped and heated, his pleasure evident. He slammed into me once, twice, and on the third time stilled, pulling back and staring into my eyes, making me feel every last hard, big inch of him. “Tell me this is as perfect for you as it is for me.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
He shook his head. “Say it. Say the words.”
“It’s more than I could have ever dreamed of.” And god wasn’t that the truth. This would hurt in the morning, and not in a physical sense. I knew this was a once in a lifetime thing between us.
Jameson started thrusting in and out of me again, his motions faster, harder as if he were losing control. “Come on, Lia. Give me another one. Let go for me again.”
His words were my undoing.
I felt myself falling over the edge once more, and climaxed long and hard, moaning softly as pleasure slammed into me. He kept up the thrusting until I sagged back on the bed, spent and exhausted, my body singing in pleasure.