by Monica May
I look over to where he has the table set, and it is absolutely the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen. The table is set for two with long tapered candles lit surrounded by little candles scattered around the room. There’s a fresh bouquet of flowers in the center. Yep, you heard that correctly. The big hunk of muscle has flowers set out on the table. I see a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket with two glasses waiting for us. The curtains are drawn and everything looks like a scene from a movie.
“Are you ready to eat, babe?” Jackson asks, holding his hand out to me. I shake my head and take his hand allowing him to lead the way. His left hand settles on the nakedness of my back stirring the existing heat I have rising in my body. Reaching the table, he pulls the chair out for me, and I sit in amazement of his lovely creation. Once I’m seated, his hand lightly runs over my shoulders spreading chills over my heated skin.
He returns with a large bowl filled with salad in one hand and a small basket of bread in the other.
“You made salad and bread?” I ask in surprise.
“I warmed rolls and mixed a salad. I can cook, babe, but making bread is something I don't do,” he chuckles. Setting the bowls down, he motions for me to fill my plate as he pours white wine. After our salad, he presents the dish that is responsible for the wonderful smell, Crawfish Monica pasta! It’s rotini pasta covered in a spicy cream sauce mixed with crawfish.
“Absolutely amazing,” I moan after my first bite. “Where did you learn to cook?”
“My mom. She taught Melinda and I both how to at a young age. Once she had to go down to the bayou to take care of my dying grandmother for a few weeks, and my dad could barely function without her. He fed us boxed food and take-out for three full weeks. He couldn’t cook, clean, or do laundry. When we ran out of clothes, he took us to the store and bought new ones.” He smiles as he relives his childhood memory.
“He didn't know how to turn on the wash machine?”
“I’m sure he could’ve figured it out if he wanted to, but he is from that era”—he makes air quotes—“You know, the southern era where the woman does all so he simply refused.”
“Thank goodness, your mom came back,” I laugh.
“Yeah, she was so pissed when she came home. The house was a disaster. I think Melinda and I were about eight years old and Mom had done everything so we didn't know what to do. From that day on, she taught both of us how to do it all. Her life became easier and we learned how to take care of ourselves never having to depend on others to do for us.”
“She sounds like an amazing woman.”
“That she is. Anyone that has been married to my dad for fifty years is more than amazing,” he laughs. “I mean really, you met my dad. He is a crazy old guy.”
“He was sweet.”
“So are you ready for dessert?” he says, wanting to get this dinner over with.
“Oh, I don't know if I can fit any more,” I say, patting my belly.
“Don't give me that crap, woman. You’re skinny enough for one small piece of cheesecake.”
“Cheesecake, that’s my favorite dessert.”
“Then you’ll have a piece.”
Jackson gets up again to retrieve the dessert. While he’s away, I hear the radio change stations and now playing slow country music. When he returns to the table, I take a moment for the first time tonight to take in his attire. I had arrived a few minutes early, and I’m guessing he was not fully dressed yet. He has on a casual white dress shirt with some tan linen pants that are so sexy hanging low on his hips. I can't help but think just one pull of that string around his waist ...
“Sunshine, I lost you again.” I hear his deep voice breaking me out of my sexy vision. “Would you like more wine with your cheesecake?”
“Yes, please.” I blush, knowing he caught me gawking.
“Where do you go when you zone out like that?”
I look up at him in embarrassment. Should I really tell him where my mind was?
“Nowhere in particular. Just deep in thought, that’s all.”
He puts a forkful of cheesecake in his mouth giving me a knowing grin. “You do know you will tell me where that dirty mind of yours was before the night is over?”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll be able to drag it out of you.”
“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?”
He stands and walks over to me with hypnotic eyes. “Let’s dance, Sunny. I need to get my hands on that hot as hell dress before I rip it off.”
I take a purposefully long sip of my wine before taking his hand. He walks me over to the middle of the living room, which is just as equally romantically lit as the dining room. He pulls me close with that burning hot hand still on my back. I allow myself to let go and let this relationship blossom. We start to sway along to the music and it feels effortless to be in his arms without fear. Jackson dips his head placing his lips on my neck and slowly kissing it. The soft slow kisses mixed with his hot breath causes an involuntary shiver. I’ve never wanted a man this badly. I slide my hands under his shirt gliding them over his bare back and run them over his muscles. I feel his back tighten under my touch. I smile at the thought of him holding back trying to take it slow.
We don't stop swaying allowing our hands to roam over each other’s bodies. His large hands have danced their way down to my ass grasping it with need. I feel the same need and desire in my core. My nipples are as hard as diamonds from the friction of the satin and the pressure of being pressed up against Jackson’s hard chest. I want him now. I don't want him to hold back. I don't want him to treat me like a wounded animal.
I whisper in his ear, “Want to know where my mind was earlier?”
“Yes,” he says with a hoarse voice.
“I was wondering what I would find when I pulled that neatly tied string around your waist.”
He chuckles, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m more ready than I’ve ever been in my life. Please don't treat me like a porcelain doll due to my past.”
He looks down at me and into my eyes. “I won’t. You’re mine and your past is gone.”
I raise my hands snaking them around his neck and pulling his lips to mine and take his mouth with force and want. The passion that pours out of me is unrecognizable. I had never been this sexual before. Yeah, sex was okay, but I was never the one that had to have it. And here I am demanding it from this perfect male specimen.
He pulls away from me with determination. “I have seen almost everything you own at the strip club but never could I have imagined I would have you in my arms like this.”
“Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?” I ask breathlessly.
“Never let you go.”
I sigh as he takes his turn at being in control of our kiss. At first, it’s soft and sweet but quickly gets out of control in a good way. His hands are all over me, and I quiver under his fingers. Oh, those fingers are like magic. With a simple snap, he unbuttons my dress allowing it to fall to my waist and expose my breasts to him. He has seen them before as we dance topless, but most dances require tassels to cover our nipples. He looks down at my full breasts and cups them in his hands like a prized possession. Bending his head, he takes one nipple into his mouth gently sucking while he rolls the other between his fingertips. The light touch of his tongue on one with the tight, hard rolling pressure of the other is beyond amazing. Amazing is such a poor description of what he’s making me feel. I throw my head back and let the pleasure take over.
“Oh, Jackson,” I gasp in shock at the reality that I’m about to come. This man is making me have an orgasm, and he hasn't even touched my pussy yet. I put my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me trying to get more. I’m on the brink of ecstasy. His suction increases pulling my nipple in with his teeth sending a flash of pain followed by exquisite pleasure. That’s when I see stars, and my body trembles while I call out his name. He continues to lick and roll my nip
ples gently until my body stills, and then he pulls me into an intense embrace.
“That has never happened to me before,” I whisper. “What are you doing to me, Jackson?” I grin up at him.
“About to make love to you,” he says, pulling the belt around my waist releasing my dress. It slides down my newly shaven legs pooling at my feet. “If that is a new feeling to you, I have a lot of catching up to do, babe.”
“You will have to wait your turn for show and tell, handsome.” Dropping to my knees, I pull the string on his pants releasing them to find their place in a pool across from my dress. My eyes have to be as big as saucers right now. First of all, he is commando, yep, nothing under those sexy pants of his but his pure hot muscles of steel. Secondly and most importantly, I’m taken by his size. He’s a very large man standing at 6’3” with the most beautiful penis I have ever seen. I know, ladies, they’re not really pretty, but you haven’t seen this one. It’s long and thick with a perfectly round head. I stare at it in amazement watching it jerk under my gaze.
“You’re killing me up here. Snap out of the daydream, darling.”
I look up at him from under my eyelashes slowly taking him into my mouth and placing one hand at his shaft not sure I’ll be able to take all of him. But I’m sure as hell going to try. I hear him groan as I open a little wider to let him go deeper working his shaft with my other hand. I slowly pull away licking his slit gently while massaging his balls.
“Fuck, Sunny, you have to slow down or I’m gonna lose my shit here.”
I ignore his plea taking him in again and sucking hard while pulling away. The sense of power I feel right now is so exhilarating, I feel the wetness increasing. When I feel his balls tighten, I know I’m almost home free. But before I take him down again, his large arms are under mine pulling me into his. I wrap my legs around his waist pressing my heels into his firm ass while he walks to the sofa.
“I can’t wait another damn minute, Sunny, I need to be inside of you like yesterday.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Jackson, I’m so wet for you.”
He lays me over the arm of the sofa with my ass propped up and my back lying across the cushions. He kneels in front of me pulling my thong down in one slow sultry motion.
“Do you know how beautiful your pussy is, Sunny?”
“As beautiful as your enormous cock?” I reply.
“You and that dirty mouth. It’s going to get you in trouble, do you know that?”
“I sure hope so.” I smirk.
Without another word, he licks me from the bottom entrance up to my clit. His tongue is stiff and wide as it passes smoothly up my slick channel. He slowly rubs circles around my entrance with his fingers as he batters my clit with the same hard motions of his tongue. I feel the tingling of another orgasm building once again in my core. He quickly shoves two fingers inside of me. I see fireworks as he picks up the speed and intensity pushing me over my peak. He waits for my breathing to slow while gently lapping at my pussy.
I hear him fumbling in his pants followed by the unmistakable sound of a condom being ripped open. Just the sound of it brings me to the edge. My body is on fire like never before.
I don't have the ability to lift my head yet as the second orgasm was more intense then the first. I have never come twice during sex ever, and we haven't even gotten to the sex yet.
“Look at me, Sunny. I want you here with me and out of your daydream when I take you. You hear me, Sunny, look at me.”
I look up at him with sweat glistening over his body reflecting in the candlelight as if he is glowing. Usually my eyes are closed with my head and mind elsewhere during sex, but not with Jackson. My heart stops as I gaze up at him with the feeling of love I have for him. Am I falling for him? Yes, I’m falling in love with Jackson Devereaux.
“You with me, babe?”
“I’m with you,” I say, looking down at his beautiful cock. The muscles in his arm roll as he uses his hand to direct his cock up and down my soaking wet slit.
“You make me so fucking hard, Sunny. I have never wanted someone so much. I love the way you respond to my touch.”
“I can’t take it anymore, Jackson, please fuck me, Jackson, I need …”
He slams into me with such force I don't finish my sentence. He rocks in and out of me asking, “What do you need, Sunny? Tell me what you need, and I will give it to you.”
“I need it harder, Jackson.”
He growls deep as he drives his cock balls deep into my core. He’s fucking me hard but slow and the feeling is to die for. Due to his size and the position of my ass being hiked up on the sofa, he is so deep. I moan in pleasure as the scent of us mixed together consumes me.
“Oh, Sunny, you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around me.”
He picks up the pace while lifting my ass with both his hands. I thought he was as deep as he could go a minute ago, but at this angle, he is so deep, I don’t think he can go any deeper. As he loses control and fucks me wildly, angels start to sing and I come with such force I don't recognize my own voice while I scream out his name. My scream pushes him over the edge and we come together. I clamp down on him while he’s still pulsing inside of me.
“You keep doing that and I won't be able to stop fucking you tonight.”
“That’s the plan, babe.”
He bends down, lifts me off the sofa, and carries me to his bed. Putting me down in the middle, he says, “Don't move. I’ll be right back.”
As if I were going anywhere. Just as that thought crosses my mind, I hear the flicker of a lighter and the room comes alive. I’m in the middle of his king-sized four-poster mahogany bed. The more candles he lights, the more I can see. I’ve been in his bed before, but I was too busy looking at the pictures to notice the bed. How did I miss it? It’s massive. He kisses my head and walks away from me to the bathroom. I watch him walk away and ogle his perfect ass not believing this man is mine.
I take my heels off and slip under the covers feeling chilly from the loss of his body heat. I snuggle under his comforter wrapping my arms around myself trying to replace his heat. When my fingers run over my skin, the need to touch myself is overwhelming. How can I want more? This man has made me come three times and my body is still wanting more.
I decide to take part in the new sexual me. Jackson brought it out in me and now I can’t stop it. I let my fingers lightly skim my nipples as my other hand grazes my pussy lips. The feeling is no match to what Jackson did to me but I need it. I hear the door open but I don't stop. He stands at the side of the bed in his full naked glory only heightening my need and the pace of my fingers.
“Woman, what are you doing to me?” he asks as his cock starts to come back alive.
He looks at me knowing exactly what I’m doing, and his dick continues to respond. I pull the covers off myself allowing him to watch. I have never even opened my eyes in private to watch myself do this, much less let someone else watch me. But it feels erotic and natural with him.
“What are you doing to me is the real question?” I ask while rolling my nipple and sliding my finger up and down my slit. “I have never felt like this before, Jackson. I have never had three orgasms, much less three and wanting, no needing, more.”
He starts to stroke himself as he watches and listens to me. He is such a magnificent sight. I watch as the muscles in his arms flex with each stroke. His cock growing larger makes me feel more erotic and in control.
“Make yourself come for me, Sunny.”
His request turns the heat up within my core as I let my middle finger dive into my pussy while my thumb circles my clit. The look of desire in his eyes is so pure. My other hand is twisting and turning my nipple with such pain it creates a pleasure that’s unreal.
“Go ahead, do it, Sunny, come for me.”
On cue, the sensation hits me. I rock my hips up to meet the force of my hand as my nipple feels the biting pressure of my fingers. I close my eyes tight letting the feeling tak
e over my body only slowing once I have ridden out the entire orgasm. I was so taken over by the feeling I didn’t feel him get into the bed. I pull my finger out of myself only to have it captured by Jackson’s mouth.
“Do you know how good your pussy tastes, Sunny?”
I smile at him. “You like it?”
“I love it. That was so fucking hot that I’m hard as a rock again. Do you know how physically impossible this is?”
“Considering I’ve never in my life come this much in one day, much less during one sexual experience, yes, I understand how impossible it is.”
He leans over kissing the side of my neck and whispering in my ear, “I will never let you go. You’re mine.” He lifts my hand placing my fingers back into my entrance and slowly moving them in and out a few times. I moan in pleasure then in anger as he pulls them out.
“What are you doing? I was enjoying that,” I giggle.
“I know, and I want you to taste how much you enjoy that.”
He lifts my fingers to my lips. I open them letting him slide my fingers in. I close my lips around my fingers sucking them and tasting my own juices as he pulls my fingers out of my mouth.
“Is that good?” he asks.
“It’s sexy,” I say, looking back at him for more.
“You’re Goddamn right, that’s sexy. I need you one more time.”
He flips me over in one swoop pulling me up onto my knees.
“You like it from behind?”
I shrug my shoulders not sure how to answer the question. I didn't really like it this way, but I really never wanted to have sex with a man the way I want Jackson. “Not sure,” I say, looking back at him.
He smiles and slams into my wet channel hard and fast. I didn't even notice he had put on a condom, but I can feel he has one on. Mental note: get on the pill. My side conversation doesn’t last long as I’m pulled away by his fingers rubbing circles on my clit as he strokes in and out of me slowly with his rock hard cock. I brace my arms on the mattress and rock back and forth to meet his thrusts feeling myself getting wetter each time I push back on him harder.
