by Kahlen Aymes
“I don’t want to argue about anything,” I admitted, unconsciously lifting my chin to invite his kiss.
“Done.” Jax bent and took my mouth with his. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but ferociously hungry and instantly, my mouth opened to the invasion of his tongue and my body responded. Jax pulled me tighter against his body and I could feel his arousal. It was beyond intoxicating that this amazing, beautiful man wanted me with such intensity.
He kissed me long and hard, and his hands slid around my waist and down over my butt where he grasped my flesh and pulled me closer. A stifled groan erupted from deep within his chest as his hips surged against me. “Is your shower big enough for both of us?” he murmured, dragging his mouth down the side of my neck where he nipped and sucked at the tender flesh where my collarbone and throat connected.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, unable to help myself. “If it wasn’t, would it stop you?”
I could feel him smile against my skin. “Never.”
A strong arm around my waist lifted me against him, and he turned in one motion and started toward the door. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been here before, the apartment was so small, and the bathroom was the only other door besides the one which he entered through and he moved with purpose.
The bathroom was cramped with barely any floorspace to move around. A small vanity, single shower stall with its opaque glass door, and the toilet took up every square foot.
In between pants and desperate kisses, our hands worked frantically to rid each other of our clothes. Jax was forced to sink down on the closed toilet seat, which left me aching for his missing body heat. His fingers worked deftly undoing the buttons of the same blouse he’d rid me of the night before, his mouth hungrily following the path of his hands. He yanked my pants down and I stepped out of them. I stood in front of him, standing in just my bra, panties, and open blouse while he worked his magic
Jax’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue doing amazing things when the mounds of my breasts were free of my lace bra that was confining them. One strong arm hooked around my waist and yanked me onto his lap to straddle him, and the other hand closed around one soft breast; his mouth closing around the nipple to suck and nip with his teeth. My head fell back helplessly, and he pulled my hips tighter onto his bulging erection. We both began to move of our own volition, grinding together.
My hands wound in his hair, tugging his head back, away from my breast so I could kiss him. He didn’t object, in fact, responded by taking charge and plundering my mouth with his tongue. “God, Addison…” His hips surged into mine, and his arm pulled mine down to meet them. Over and over he pressed into me, arousing me more and more. Heat pooled, and the ache in my lower body became intense. “I can’t take it anymore,” he growled.
In a split second he rose, setting me on my feet and reached in with one hand to turn on the faucet. I wasn’t content without his mouth on mine, but had to satisfy myself with placing hungry, sucking kisses on his neck and running my hands over the hard muscles of his shoulders and abs, until I reached for his belt and made short work of it. I pulled open his jeans and his dick sprung free as he adjusted the water. His head fell to my shoulder with another groan. “You’re killing me.”
“My intention is to love you.” I kissed the underside of his jaw and pushed his jeans over his butt and down his thighs, kneeling to slide them all the way to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and the offending denim, leaving him naked, his cock bouncing in front of me. He was irresistible. I opened my mouth and took the head inside, licking and lightly sucking.
“No,” Jax moaned, taking me by the arms and lifting me up. “Forgive me,” he said in a guttural growl. He sounded as powerless against our attraction as I felt. His fist closed around the side of my now damp panties and easily ripped the delicate lace free of my body.
I didn’t care that they were ruined; all I knew was that I wanted to feel him inside me immediately.
“Addison.” His arms slid around me to easily lift me, and our bodies merged blissfully, his girth pushing me wide and filling me completely. My hands grasped his shoulders. I felt like I was falling into a vortex from which there was no escape. “Jesus,” he grunted, flinging the door to the small shower open and carrying me inside.
Steam from the hot water filled the tiny room, and I was gasping. Jax slammed me up against the wall and hooked both arms under my knees, holding my legs wide apart as he pumped hard in and out of my willing body.
I could feel the delicious pressure build quickly, though I didn’t want it to end. His rhythm was steady, but he pushed in deeper as if to mark me. We were both panting against each other. “Addison look at me,” Jaxon commanded.
My hands laced in his wet hair, and my languid eyes opened to meet his. His were hooded, his own pleasure evident, but the look behind his blue eyes was serious. “You’re mine.” He punctuated his words with his thrusts. “Mine. For the first time in my life, I want more than fucking. For the first time… it feels like more than sex. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” was all I could say. I wanted to be his with everything inside of me. “You’re all I want, Jax.”
As I felt my body tumble over the abyss into the most intense orgasm of my life, my heart exploded with love, need, pleasure, and pain. It was magnificent.
I stroked his head tenderly, pushing back the wet strands of his dark hair, then bent to kiss his mouth as my body squeezed around his as pulse after pulse of rapture overtook my flesh.
Finally giving in, he poured into me and we clung together, still surging against each other. Our kisses softened into worship, he filled me; body and soul… and still... it wasn’t enough.
18
It was magical.
The rest of the day following our make-up sex in the shower had been absolutely perfect. After the admission that had ripped out of me, I’d panicked for a couple of seconds; worrying that things would change and she’d suddenly turn into a clingy mess, but she didn’t. The thing was, I wasn’t sure if I was happy that things were still the perfect blend of touchy-feely, and something deeper with an intellectual connection, or disappointed that she wasn’t a little more googly eyed. The hour drive north of Manhattan to the Historic Hudson Valley had been spent in a comfortable, contemplative silence as I replayed every moment since we’d met in my mind. I’d lifted her hand a couple of times to kiss the top of it and she’d closed her eyes in contentment, so I could only surmise she was thinking something similar. At least, I hoped so.
Now, watching Addison’s face as it filled with wonder as we turned the corner into the Great Jack-O-Lantern Blaze, she seemed so innocent; so different from the wanton woman who wasn’t afraid to ask for what she needed physically, and the writer of such scintillating text.
As we walked through the tunnel built of carved pumpkins glittering from inner light, I realized she was everything I never knew I’d been missing. The sex between us was explosive, needy even, but we still had a balance of everything else. Passion was extremely important to me, but, based on my past relationships, I had come to realize that passion wouldn’t last if it was hollow and not backed up by love and substance. Addison had it all. She was brilliant and beautiful, and she could give it to me in an argument as good as she could give it to me in bed.
A slow grin slid across my face.
“Oh, wow,” she said softly. “How did I not know about this, before now? It’s… gorgeous!”
“It is,” I agreed, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her close to my side, studying her face. I was taken aback by how I felt. There was nothing in the world as spectacular as the woman beside me. How could I get so crazy lucky?
This place was even more spectacular than I’d heard.
I swear, I could feel my heart literally squeeze inside my chest just from looking at her and it shook me to the core. I was feeling vulnerable; afraid of being hurt for the first time in my life and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. This feeling oozing like warm hone
y between us was amazing, but I sensed it could lead to great joy… or great pain.
I tried to shake my sense of trepidation off; I was secure in my manhood and what some might call my power over women; confident in my ability to seduce and charm them. Gloria had been the only other woman to really push back on me, but that was her job. Addison was in the position of a subordinate in my class, and more: I was helping her get published. Still, I didn’t want her to pander to me. My grin widened as I discovered I loved that the most about her.
“What are you so smiley about?” she asked, poking me hard in the ribs.
Through my light leather jacket, her finger was sharp. “Hey!” I protested.
“Hey, what?”
A brilliant smile lit up her beautiful face and the breeze rustled her long hair around her face. I itched to reach out and brush it back, so I did, sliding my hand along her jaw to the back of her head and bending to place a succulent, slow kiss on her mouth.
Our lips clung together, offering each other kiss after kiss until finally parting. I was conscious of our surroundings, aware I couldn’t let the kissing get out of hand, though the fire between us was palpable, always under the surface, ready to spark into flame at any moment.
“Mmmm.” I couldn’t help but express my pleasure. She looked amazing in the light from all of the glowing pumpkins; her hair took on an auburn glow from the orange light. My thumb traced her lower lip before I moved away and put my arm around her again, guiding her forward toward the towering Statue of Liberty made entirely of pumpkins. It had to be almost three stories high.
“This place,” she murmured, shaking her head, looking the display over. “I can’t get over it! How was I in school in Manhattan for four years and I only get to see this on my last year?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t hear about it before,” I said as we stood looking at it for a bit. I couldn’t believe other men she dated hadn’t thought to bring her here, but then, I’d never been here before, either.
A family moved in front of us, two parents with their six children rambunctiously rushing past us. Addison lost her footing when two of them plowed through close to her but laughed as I caught her.
“So sorry,” the young mother said as she scrambled past after them.
“Hey, stop! Now!” the dad bellowed. “Settle down! We have plenty of time to see everything.” His eyes met mine and he smiled. “Kids,” he said with a shrug. “They are anxious to get to the carousel.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “We’re heading there, too.”
Addison and I were standing with our arms around each other’s backs when I felt her other come around my waist in the front. I peered down into her exquisite face. I lifted my free hand and brushed her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “What?” I asked wryly.
“Nothing,” she said, smiling gently, but still looking up at me.
“Really, what is it?”
I felt her shoulder shrug against me, and her luscious lips pursed before she spoke. “I just like seeing you like this. Outside of the classroom and the bedroom, I mean.”
“Ouch,” I said, playfully, turning her toward the large carousel. “The classroom, I understand, but I hoped I was rather keeping you interested in the bedroom,” I said, casually surprised by how much I needed affirmation. I never doubted my expertise in the sack, and Addison’s response bespoke no doubts, but still, I wanted to satisfy her. I wanted to fill her up in every way. My newfound clarity was unsettling and causing an unfamiliar doubt. This time… it mattered.
“You know you do,” she said seriously. “But I like this time with you, too. Spending time with you and talking. I want to know you. Everything.”
I tugged her closer as my heart exploded. “Me, too.” I felt my throat tighten and an obscure stinging behind my eyes. I swallowed hard. “Do you want to get a beer? I think there’s a stand or a beer garden at one end of the festival.”
“Sure,” she agreed.
As we walked, following the signs toward the beer garden sponsored by one of the local brewing companies admiring the various displays, both of her arms remained snug around my waist and I inhaled a deep, contented breath. I doubted life could get any better.
After we’d found it and I’d purchased admission for both of us, they put those awkward paper bands around each of our right wrists, we entered and found a table in one corner. It was Oktoberfest style, with servers dressed up in Renaissance period garb.
Addison’s face was alight with pleasure when a woman in a ragged, green velvet dress with white linen sleeves and a half-hazard dishtowel tied around her waist as an apron appeared beside the table.
She was busty, her long hair purposely bedraggled. “Good Eve, what can I get ye and your lady, me lord?” she asked in a thick early English brogue. “Would ye be wantin’ sustenance or just ale? Perhaps the lady would prefer mead?”
“Um…” My eyes slid to my date with a smile on my face. “Sustenance?”
“Yes, please. My lord,” Addison added the latter mischievously. “And the mead sounds good. Whatever that is.”
I laughed out loud. “What do you suggest, good woman?” I asked, playing along.
“Well, if ye be ungry enough,” she deliberately dropped the H. “I recommend the meat and mushroom pie, platter of roasted bird or ribs, followed by fruit pie or bread pudding.”
“Well, that sounds like a feast fit for a king,” Addison flirted, her suggestive eyes meeting mine.
“Aye, it is that, miss! You two lovebirds might like the oyster sliders as well,” the woman suggested with a wink at Addison.
“Bring us all of that, please.”
“Aye, Milord. Lickety split! I’ll be ‘round with yer drinks in just a bit.”
When she left, I reached across the weathered wooden table for Addison’s hand. “This is great. I’m glad we came.”
Her face sobered as I made slow, soothing movements across her bare hand. It was cool outside, but there was a fire blazing in the center of the tent surrounded by a thick border of rustically placed rocks to maintain a safe distance for guests. The sides of the tent were closed with only a couple of flaps open, but there was a hole in the ceiling above the fire to allow the smoke to escape. It was really quite authentic.
“Is it your first time here, too?” she asked cautiously.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. We were both leaning toward each other across the table.
“Why? Didn’t you know about it?”
“No, I did, but I guess…” I readied myself for another admission, my eyes sliding up from our joined hands to lock with her amazing green eyes. “I never wanted to bring anyone here before. I didn’t want any complicated relationships to mess with my focus. I was concentrating on my career and I thought any romantic attachments would get in the way.”
Her expression was soft as something like realization settled over her face. I wasn’t sure if it was the soft glow from the candle in the center of the table or just how I was beginning to see her, but she’d never been more gorgeous. “Really? Never?”
“No.” My thumb continued to stroke the top of her hand.
“What’s different this time?” The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her luscious lips. I wished I could lean over and take them in a passionate kiss.
“You are.”
Her smile bloomed. “Good answer.”
I returned her smile, but my voice was serious. “I thought so.”
In that moment two tankards full of liquid were placed, not-to-gently on the table. It sloshed over the rims as our “serving wench” laid them down, causing our hands to break apart for the first time since we’d sat down. I suspected it was part of the show. “Ere ye be! Mead for the lady and ale for the gent! I’ll have those oysters right up.”
Addison’s pert nose wrinkled. “Are those things raw? Because I don’t think I want any.”
I laughed out loud. “What? Raw oysters are a known aphrodisiac!”
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p; “We don’t need that,” she said simply.
“Right, but I think these are cooked in garlic butter. I bet they’re delicious.” I dished one off of the hammered metal platter and onto one of the smaller plates, and then handed it to her.”
“Do they still have the guts in them?” Addison grimaced, refusing the plate.
I paused and cocked my head offering her a wry look. “I think all oysters have the guts. Just eat it.”
“Ugh, no thanks!” She shook her head.
“Please? For me?” I laughed again. She was so adorable. “Just one?” I offered her the plate again.
“Can’t I just eat the other stuff?”
“Just one, Addison. Come on. You’re gonna make me eat this alone?”
‘You ordered them, not me!” she protested again, grinning. “I’ll stick with the booze until the rest of the food comes.”
She took a sip of her mead. “It’s really sweet.”
“Yes, it’s wine with honey.”
“I think I’ll save it for dessert.” Her eyes flashed and she reached for my beer. “Much better.” Addison set the beer down in front of her. “Do you want this?” she asked, pushing the other metal mug toward me.
“I’ll trade you if you try an oyster.”
She finally tried one and agreed they were okay but refused a second. When the server returned with the rest of the food, I ordered another beer. The small table was loaded with a delicious pie, a platter of roasted chicken, a loaf of crusty bread, cheeses, and some beef ribs with an amazing whiskey barbeque sauce.
We wiled away the evening, taking our time eating and talking. It was an incredible evening with amazing company. I hadn’t enjoyed myself as much with anyone else before.
“This is really nice,” Addison said, munching on a bite of the meat and mushroom pie. “The food is so good. I wish I lived during the renaissance.”
