She looked over her shoulder at him, her expression one of sweet surrender.
“Shit…” she whispered helplessly, her hands gripping the pole with all of her might.
He continued to pump long and slow inside of her, leaned back for leverage, resting his hands behind him on the seat. Ushering his pelvis upward, he then drew almost all the way out of her, and pushed back in, torturing her with sweet thrusts. She glazed his cock with her warm juiciness, leaving a delightful sheen.
“Ahhhhhh.” he groaned. “Ahhhhh.”
“Mmmmmm! Ohhhh.”
He bumped into her soft, cushy ass cheeks, steadily increasing speed. Leaning forward, he kneaded her bouncing tits, riding her faster, their bodies slapping against one another. He looked down in the small slither of room he allowed between them, watching his dick disappear inside of her over and over and almost came undone.
“Uhhhhh.” He sighed breathlessly, gripping her a little harder as that special feeling crept up his spine. He closed his eyes and felt her reach behind, holding onto his waist, pushing him even further inside. This was his ‘green light’. Reaching ahead of her, he placed his hands over hers on the steel rod and rocked into her hard and steady. Xenia jetted her ass out further, forcing him back, urging him on. “So, you just gonna stick your ass in my face, huh? And think I won’t do anything about it?” He grinned, glancing at their reflection.
She smiled and bumped and grinded her butt into his pelvis. He gripped her ass, digging his fingertips into the soft, fleshy mounds, rose up, leaned forward and rested his chin on her head. Her expression was sparked with confusion. Soon the woman was roaring as he reared back and pushed hard and deep inside of her at a sharp angle while the horse descended downward, its white teeth bared between the painted silver reins.
“Uhhhh!”
“Shit, Saint!”
“Uhhhh!” He thrust again and again, gripping her to him. The pivoting horse helped to create a ride of a lifetime. Crossing his arms around her breasts, he slid his face down to the side of hers. She braced herself and drew him in. The fight was tight, and his thrusts were deep and demanding.
“I feel that, baby. That’s just beautiful.”
Xenia lost herself and fell back into his embrace, her head bobbing as if she’d passed out. She jerked and vibrated violently in his grasp and he didn’t dare loosen his grip, lest she feel as if she’d fall. Saint continued to make love to her, forcing her to yell out and claw at the air. “That’s it, baby, that’s it…” He dropped one hand and slicked his index finger over her clit, eliciting one last moan from her as she soaked the hard, glossy saddle of the stallion.
“Damn it, Saint.” She sighed lethargically. He gently kissed her neck, but continued to pound her ass, to crash into her soft, gorgeous body.
“Uhh! Uhhhh!” He drew near, allowing himself to race toward the much desired climax. He paused, gripping her, and desperation filled him to the core.
He needed more.
“Baby, turn around.”
Xenia took her time and with his help, she spun around, facing him with a surprised look on her face. Before she could form a coherent protest, he spread her legs wide open, placed her feet over his shoulders and dove back inside of her, provoking a deep, throaty moan, causing her eyes to roll back in euphoria.
“Oh….God!” she hissed as she gripped him around the back of his neck while he shoved his hot cock in and out of her soaking wet vessel. The experience was so intense, Saint’s body and face felt like rock—hard and unyielding. Simply too much to take.
“Mmmmm! Uh! Uh! Uh!”
He sped up, fastening his body to hers as he administered short, lovely jabs, bumping into her clit on his upswing. Her facial expression did him in. Xenia was cumming again, and this time, he was cumming with her. They yelled out together, gripping one another, tearing at each other’s flesh.
“Uhhhhh! Oh God! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!”
“Saint, don’t stop, don’t stop! Keeping going just like that!”
“Uhhhh! Cum wit’ me!”
They stared intensely into each other’s eyes, and for a moment, it seemed as if the entire room had gone white. He could feel her but not see anything, his body was driving him into a world of pleasure and her body was the catalyst.
“You! Shit! Uhhhh!” he blurted, unable to finish his sentence as he gripped her so hard, he was sure he’d leave imprints in her flesh. Saint held on to her as he came again, his body contorting, driving him further inside of her. He could faintly hear her speaking as she sweetly caressed his face. After a few moments, he slowed, his body completely drained. She smiled at him when he came to, out of his blissful daze. His groin spasmed, rendering him weak.
“Damn…” was all he could say as he slid off the horse, maneuvered himself to the controls, gripped the lever and clumsily shut the damned thing down. He navigated his way past the other two horses and mechanisms, until he’d reached her again. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he planted a firm kiss on her lips, then gently brushed her disheveled hair away from her glistening eyes. “I love you so much, Xenia. I know you said to not be sorry, but I am and I promise you that when I get these next few…projects, off the table, you, me, the kids…we are going on a vacation…just the five of us.”
“That would be nice, honey.” She gripped his chin, leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. She burst out into a fit of giggles when he suddenly grabbed her off the horse and led her back to the blanket.
“I know you’re hungry.” He winked at her then watched her diligently pop a ripe red cherry in her mouth.
“You know I am,” she said with her mouth full, her naked body, belly down, on the gathered blanket. He refilled their wine glasses. “Hey…”
“Yeah, baby?” He poured her glass, then his.
“Can we—” She paused, smiling mischievously.
He took a careful sip from his glass, crossed his leg under himself and leisurely leaned back on his left hand. “Why do you think we’re still here? This is just a breather. Believe you me, we are going to give that carousel a workout.” He chortled, causing her to blush and grin.
“This is…” She shook her head, searching for the right words. “So romantic. You never cease to amaze me, Saint…recreating our first date. Now that’s pretty neat.” She took a sip from her glass and grinned.
He rose from his rested position, moved toward her and tilted his head ever so slightly to the side. Placing a soft, wet kiss on her lips, he stared deep into her eyes.
“It was the one day in my life that changed my world forever, for the better. I love you so much, baby.” He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you too, Saint…”
“I know you do. Your love is what keeps me going…”
~***~
Jagger washed the last dish and placed it on the rack. He leaned over his white kitchen sink, his shoulders slumped as both hands gripped the edge of the shiny, navy blue counter. He turned his head to the side, wanting to curse himself, wanting to run away. Dinner had been a success; in fact, it may have made things worse. The woman was clamoring all over him now. She’d disappeared into the hall bathroom, and he was bracing himself for the fall-out. He heard her re-emerge and turned to her, ready to blurt the whole sordid mess.
“Traci, there’s something I need to—”
But there she stood in her birthday suit—naked as the day she was born. Wearing only a wicked smile, she approached him and pressed her small, perky breasts with large, dark brown nipples into him. He sighed and tried to pull back, but it was no use. She wanted to make love, and there was nothing he wanted more. He’d been away, and they needed one another. Without another whisper, a word of warning, a bit of truth wrapped up tight in tales of angel wings, glowing eyes and thoughts yet read, he took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom. What was he thinking? He wasn’t thinking at all. In his mind, he’d planned to tell her after dinner but when she came out of that bathroom nude, her bare body br
ushing into him, he fell under her spell. He stood there for a while, reviewing their surroundings.
His luggage was still in disarray, and an empty beer bottle sat on the dresser. She didn’t seem to notice as she took control, pushing him back on the bed. He looked up at her in awe as she descended upon him like an angel and aggressively tugged at his belt.
“I’ve missed this big ass dick, Jagger.” She was dead serious and her eyes narrowed as she surveyed his bulging goods. He’d never seen her so aggressive in the sack, and it excited the fuck out of him. He tried to get to his senses and stop the whole situation, but his attempts were half hearted.
“Tray…Traci…Ummmmm!”
Her lips wrapped around the head of his rod, and all he could do was lie there, close his eyes and press the palms of his hands against his head in disbelief. In moments, she’d produced an erection fit for a King.
“Uhhhhhh….” He groaned, his hips rising off the bed over and over as he fucked her mouth, making her take in all he had to offer. The woman knew that was his weakness, receiving head, so all bets were soon off and boy did she know her way around his cock. “Mmmm, ohhhh baby…” he moaned, slumping back into a comfortable position and running his fingers ruggedly through her soft hair. He’d missed her so much, and she continued on, driving him crazy. He pushed his guilt aside and continued to pump with due diligence, anxious to eat the woman’s snatch in return.
“Traci,” he murmured weakly. “Let’s change positions.”
She slowly released him from her mouth. He got to his feet like a jack-in-the box, quickly disrobed and had her lie on her back with her legs propped open. He got on top of her in a sixty-nine position, his head nestled between her legs, hands under her ass, and brought her pussy to his lips. He shuddered when her lips wrapped around the head of his dick. He flicked his tongue on her clit over and over, growing more excited by seeing her pussy again; he’d missed that sweetness so much. He examined the wet, beautiful pink and brown flower he felt he owned. He pressed his lips to it, sucked it, bringing the folds into his mouth and gently stretched it, making the woman squirm and buck against him. Her loud feminine cries turned him on so much as he continued to lick, suck and devour that pussy like no one’s business.
“Your pussy is so pretty,” he said between tongue laps. Her juices flowed more freely now, creating a sheen across his lips that he relished, pushing him further over the edge. He caught a glimpse of them in the mirror; he looked like a tatted up giant compared to her petite, smooth, brown frame. Turning back to her pussy, he dove his tongue into the pink, velvety slit, tongue stroking her, making her scream out.
“Mmmm, Jagger, shit!” She released his dick, unable to control herself. Her feet moved around as if she were trying to get away in her orgasmic delirium. He couldn’t have that. He quickly grabbed each ankle, wrapping his hands around the damned things, and pinned her down so he could complete his feast. He wouldn’t stop until she gave him what he wanted, for her to cum, again and again, like she’d never cum before.
“Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhh!” She bucked beneath him over and over, pushing her pussy into his face. He let go of her ankles and returned his hands to under her ass, squeezing, and reveled in her screams and dirty talk as he growled into the pussy, like he was mad at that son of a bitch.
“Mmmmmmm!” he moaned as the last of her appreciation seeped out, forcing him to lap it up in due diligence. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, then lay on his back, ushering her to join him.
I could stop right now and tell her…I could…
But her smile and gaze of adoration made him weak. Even more so when she got on her knees and crawled toward him like a pussycat. She straddled him.
Oh shit… Say something, Jagger…
He tried to tell himself to open his mouth, stop all of this right now, but then she slid down his cock, slowly, going an inch or two, then pausing as his wide dick stretched her open.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged breathlessly as he held her delicately around the waist. “Take your time…”
She always had to take it slow when they first started their sexual encounters. Jagger didn’t have a big ego about it, but he knew he was larger than the average man, and that included everything on his body. She was a small woman in every way, and going too fast could ruin the experience. But Jagger was a patient lover. He never needed to rush to a finish line; he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was and boy, was she a trooper and he delighted in the sight as she made her way down, until she had almost reached his balls. Oh, what a vision!
“Oh, yes, baby…damn, I missed you so much.” She finally took him all in, driving him out of his damn mind, and started to move—up and down, making his nuts tighten and constrict.
“Uhhh.” Traci moaned, wincing. “Shit, baby…you’re so big…but it feels…so…good.” She dug the palms of her hands into his gut as she gently rode him, allowing him to gently spread her even wider until she was comfortable.
“I guess I’ve been away too long,” he said in a low voice. He caressed her hip and looked lovingly into her eyes. “Just take your time, honey—we’ve got all night.” And she did, slowly gaining her momentum. They both quieted into sweet sighs, exchanging one for another. He looked up at her, palming her breasts as she continued to go up and down his shaft.
She is so amazing. So good-hearted. So lovely. How can I break her heart like this?
He swallowed hard and drowned in those big, dark brown eyes. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he felt a tug at his heart, then another; it killed him, but his body wouldn’t take no for an answer right then. Matter of fact, he wanted her so badly, he could no longer control himself. He found himself lifting off the bed and plunging into her, making the woman say things he’d never heard her utter before. He sank deeper into her, built up speed until he had her secured to his chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly, kissing her, loving her, anointing her, wanting her so much he thought he may burst. He thrust in and out of her so fast, his nuts slapped and clapped against her ass, the only noise besides the squeaking of the bed as he took what he needed with no apologies. She screamed and screamed like a virgin and he kept right on, unable to stop even if he’d wanted to.
“Uhhhh!” He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, wanting her so badly, wanting to feel every bit of her.
“Oh God! Feels so good!” she hollered out, holding onto him while he claimed her pussy as his own, over and over again. “Shit!” Her voice vibrated and rattled as he continued to work her body, popping her up and down with his unrelenting thrusts. He held back, determined to make her cum again before he exploded. He rose at an angle, his lower stomach grazing her clitoris, just as he’d read in one of Saint’s books. He wouldn’t dare admit it to the man, but once he applied many of the tips, it had done wonders for his sex life. His orgasms were more pronounced, and he could now give the love of his life multiple orgasms with the proper techniques. There were many things that could be said about Saint, nice things and not so nice things, but the man knew what he was talking about it when it came to making love. No questions asked.
Jagger shoved his tongue deep inside Traci’s mouth as he held the back of her head with one hand, and her lower back with the other. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and shook with each push as he thrust relentlessly inside of her and finally, another orgasm ran through her body, making her lose herself. He relished that look in her eyes—that distant stare, her lips slightly parted as if she were whispering a sweet nothing, but nothing came out, nothing but a silent ‘thank you.’ Turning her on her stomach, he re-entered her, clutching her breasts as he delivered his cock like a gift, in and out of her, teasing her, drawing her pussy to him then pushing it away. He tenderly kissed her shoulder then increased his stride, going at her as if it would be their last time…and in a way, he thought it in fact may be.
“Uhhhh!”
He lunged forward and she gripped the sheets, dark red fi
ngernails twisting and turning into the linens as she screamed out his name. “Jagger!”
“Uhhh! Uhhh!”
He came deep within her, his body trembling.
“Uhhh!....Uhhh….” Letting his nose graze the top of her hair, he lay beside her and immediately his gut churned, filling with regret.
He felt her looking at him, but didn’t’ bother to return her gaze. What now? What was he going to do? She moved closer to him, circling his chest hairs with her finger and out the corner of his eye, he witnessed a wicked smile spread across her face. Turning to her, he grinned and thumbed her nose affectionately. She propped herself on her elbow, looked down at him dreamily, like the sun rose and set on his very existence. She was madly in love with him, without a doubt. No one had ever loved him the way Traci did. She loved him as he was, with all his flaws. They had so much fun together. Her mere presence granted him the privilege of enjoying relaxation in an otherwise tense and stressful world. She brought out the clown in him and he wanted her to always feel wanted and protected. He’d never neglect her and he wanted to marry her, wanted a family with her…
His jealousy over Saint’s marriage and children only grew while he spent time with them in New York. He couldn’t say the man took for granted what he had; Saint knew quite well he was blessed. Jagger loved the man like family, but it didn’t stop his growing desire to have a slice of the pie Saint sampled on a daily basis. He desired the same thing, the same kind of closeness with another human being, but the damned thing was so elusive. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why for some, it seemed so easy to live the American dream, but for him, it always felt as if it cost him nearly his life just to get close to it.
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