“That’s right, baby. Jason owns this pussy. It belongs to me. Now open it up wider so I can get inside.”
I feel slicker and slicker with each word he utters, and I am moving further down until he is balls deep inside me. I have to stop moving for a moment and allow myself to adjust. The full feeling of him inside of me takes my breath away.
“Fuck, Adrienne. You feel so good.”
I slowly work my hips up and down and rock them back and forth. I feel stuffed, but in the best way possible. I look at his contorted face in the mirror behind me andfeel totally powerful.
I am making him feel that way.
Me.
His hand releases my clit, and he pushes my back until I am resting my palms on the bed in front of him. He pulls my hips up and back and now he’s in control. He is fucking me from the back and for a split second I see a flash of Troy and that woman in my mind and I tense up, but Jason can feel it and talks me through it.
“Look ahead at the mirror, Adrienne. Do you see me fucking you? Do you see me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you see what you do to me?”
“Yes.” My response is almost guttural because of how deep inside me he is.
“Yeah, I know you do. And you know what else, beautiful, you will not be able to walk tomorrow without remembering how good you made me feel today.”
He rises on his knees now, slides his hand in the back of my hair and gently leans my head down on the bed.His penetrating strokes are deep and hard from this angle. I’m full to the brim, but yet I want more.
“More.”
“What, baby?”
“I want more.”
He pounds me with more punishing strokes that have me clawing at my comforter for dear life.
“Oh, shit!”
He’s growling and grunting, about to come himself, and I think I’m going to come with him.
“Oh, Jason.”
“Fuccckkk!”
We both explode and fall on our sides in exhaustion and bliss. After slowly coming down off my first vaginal orgasm, I make a confession.
“That was incredible.”
“That was just the beginning, baby.” He grins proudly. “This pussy belongs to me for the rest of the night.
Twenty-Six
JETT
I’m proppedon my right side and staring at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. One of her eyelids flutters and she smiles when she sleeps. I wonder if she knows that about herself, or would it be presumptuous of me to think that she’s happily grinning because she had some of the best sex of her life last night? I know I definitely did.
I’ve had plenty of sex over the course of my adult years, but perhaps there’s some truth about enjoying it more when you actually start to give a damn about the person you’re doing it with. It’s not to say that I didn’t have respect for the women I’ve laid with. I did. But this was different.
This is different.
Adrienne’s luscious body curves and bends like an exquisite sculpture. She truly is a work of art. I adjust myself onto my stomach so that I can use my free hand to trace the side of her body lightly with my fingertips. Starting at her curls and slowly down her neck, to her shoulders, then her back until I pause at the curve of her spine. There’s a slight love bite above the dimple in her ass. It’s red but will probably be purple in a few hours. I make a mental note to myself that she bruises easily and I will need to be a little more careful next time.
