by Lenox Hills
“Come for me kitten, give it to me, give it all to me.” And when he says that I start to tremble and shudder giving in to the most amazing surge of pleasure that I have ever known, and at the same time I orgasm Jonathan swiftly plunges himself inside me and I contract myself around him. “Yes baby, I can feel you shake around my cock, hold me tight.” I grab onto him and he is still for a moment while I finish and come back down to earth. It is then that I realize he is inside me and I feel a tear fall from my eye. “Kitten what’s wrong?” Jonathan sounds alarmed, and wipes it away. “Nothing,” I assure him, “you just feel so good inside me, you belong there, I am happy.”
“Yes, here” and slowly Jonathan begins to slide in and out of me while he holds both sides of my face and looks deep into my eyes.
With him inside me I know I will come again, my body is on fire and bursting with desire for him. More than anything I want him to cum, I want to feel him to discharge all he has inside me. His pace is slow and steady; I lift up my knees next his arms, and scoot my hips out a little so he can go deeper. “God kitten, yes, I can crawl inside you like this.”
“Do I feel good?” I ask. I need to know and hear his declaration.
“Jesus you are so warm, wet and tight it was so hard not to cum the moment I entered you.”
“Don’t hold back, give it all to me, I want you to” I tell him.
“Don’t say that, it will drive me over the edge.”
“Give it to me Jonathan, please, fuck me harder and deeper, please, I want to feel you fill me up.” As I tell him this, he starts to pump harder, and grunting in my ear. He lifts himself up on his arms, and I begin to lift my hips up to meet his, thrust for thrust.
“Oh shit, fuck, that’s it kitten, god damn,” he tells me and it just spurs me on to push up faster to him. Rapidly he is banging into me with a groan each time, I can tell he is going to cum as his ass tightens and his jaw clenches. “Give it to me baby, fill me up,” I beg and he keeps moaning, “fuck, yes, fuck, oh god, I’m cumming, fuck” and with that I feel him slam his hips into me hard one, two, three times and groan out “aaaahhhhhh” and with his last thrust he hits my clit on the right spot and when I feel him pour his fiery nectar inside me I cum again as well. “Yes, Jonathan, yes.” I yell out, gripping him firmly before I fall back, as he collapses on top of me and we are both shaking. Damn.
It takes a moment for us to catch our breath, and soon we are breathing in harmony again.
Jonathan stays on top of me, remains inside me, and I have spread my legs back out. Lifting up his left hand, he wipes my hair away from my face, and places a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Hi,” he gently whispers.
“Hey,” I whisper back.
“We shouldn’t have done this.” He states, searching my eyes for agreement, I am instantly bereft and nod a little. I turn my head to the right and stare at the wall, biting my lip, begging the tears to stay in my eyes.
“You agree right? This can’t happen again Lenox.” He is very firm in his tone.
A catch in my throat causes my voice to hitch, “Yeah uh sure it was wrong, I mean you’re,” I can’t say the word married with him inside me, “unavailable.”
“What? No, no, I didn’t mean that. I meant we didn’t use protection.”
Utter relief floods my soul, and I almost cry from joy. Jonathan continues, “I didn’t plan for this to happen, or I would have been prepared, I am sorry I lost control, but I it seems I always do when I am around you.”
“It’s ok, really trust me, it is.” As I turn back to him and smile. “We are going to be ok.”
A quizzical look tells me he needs more explanation from my odd answer.
“I am on the pill already, see I get really bad periods, so I stay on the pill to keep them lighter and my life easier. So…no worries.” A huge smile comes over his face in a way that only can when an adult man discusses a woman’s period. That smile is refreshing, as below it lay no embarrassment, or awkwardness.
“Good to know, well, since we are going there, I just had a complete physical with insane amounts of blood work for my key insurance policy. I don’t have it on me but I can get it for you, and I am completely clean,” Jonathan informs me.
“Well, ok, I can tell you that I did not have an insane amount of blood work, but I did have a physical with all the basic blood work before I left home, and lost my health insurance and I am clean as well.”
Jonathan looks away for a moment, pulls out, slides off me, and moves over to my side. “And you’ve been safe since you went to New York?” He is still holding my hand, and with his other arm propping himself up on his elbow looking at me.
Safe? “Safe, yeah I mean a little, I eat off food carts, but I don’t walk down dark alleys or anything risky.”
Jonathan threw back his head and laughed that deep loud chuckle I had heard only once before. It made me smile. “No, silly, I mean safe, with guys, you have dated.”
Embarrassed I understand now what he is asking me, I nod yes, and keep to myself that nobody in New York wants to sleep with me so far. I have to pee.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I let him know and begin to extricate myself from him.
“Of course, but one thing first,” Jonathan ventured a proposal, “Are you hungry? I am famished.” I nod in agreement.
“Ok you go to the bathroom I will order food and we will meet back here in five.”
“Ok” I agree.
When I come out of the bathroom Jonathan is waiting for me. Propped up on pillows he is reading the room service menu, he has also brought my glass of wine, one for himself and the bottle to the bedside table next to him. I stall in the doorway and watch him read, his dark hair is freshly fucked and mussed from my fingers, and just thinking about it makes my legs twitch from the memory. With one leg out in front of him, and one knee bent up I can see his lithe lean runners body, it makes me want to crawl up onto him and melt my skin into his again. Without turning his head, but sensing me, he takes his hand and waves me over. Once I am standing at the side of the bed, he points to spot right next to him and tells me, “here.” I climb back on and get as close to him as possible.
“Now what do you want to eat?” He asks, “I am starving and missed my late lunch after the panel because of you.” I blush finding out he blew off the rest of his afternoon to come to me. I throw up my hand in a whatever gesture, and he picks up the phone. “Seth hello, yes everything is perfect,” and as he says perfect Jonathan squeezes my hand, “We need some food from the restaurant please. I would like the Asparagus Risotto for two, the organic chicken, the rib eye medium rare, and a large fresh salad with whatever is in season and a fresh dressing, something lite, the bruschetta and one of each of the four desserts. Now, are there already wine parings for all of those in the cabinet? I have not had a chance to look at it yet. Good thank you. I am going to need something else from you, but I will email you later about it. No hurry on the food, we have an appetizer up here now. Thank you.” Jonathan hangs up the phone, hands me my wine, and grabs his glass. We clink and take a large drink.
“What appetizer do we have?” I question.
A steely gaze is pointed on my face, uh oh, I am afraid of the answer.
“Why it is you my dear,” and he takes my glass and his and puts them back down.
I brace myself and giggle at the same time. Jonathan lies down on his back and pulls me on top of him. My pelvis is resting on his lower stomach, and his skin feels smooth between my legs. The position makes me a little nervous and I don’t relax right away. Jonathan puts his hands on my thighs and rubs them up and down them, “Why are you so tense all of the sudden?” he asks me. I decide to be honest because at this point, we have to be, “I have never been very, ahem, confident in this position.” I lower my head and rub my hands on his chest. “Why is that?” he prods. “I don’t know, its just awkward being on display, and I don’t know what feels good for the guy, and it’s just, you know, scary.”
Jonathan
runs his hands up my thighs, to my hips and pulls me down towards him. I lean down into him as he grabs my cheeks and pulls me in even further. “Kitten, listen to me. I am crazy about you, I will never do anything to scare you, hurt you, or make you uncomfortable. Here, in the bedroom, or wherever, we will never do anything you are not ready for and ok with. Hear me?” With that promise, he leans up and kisses me a soft, kiss that is both tender and strong at the same time. When we pull apart, I nod.
“Ok and just so you know, THAT was not what I had in mind anyways, THIS is my appetizer.” In a aggressive move, he scoots his body down, grabs my butt, and pulls me up to him with his mouth now between my legs. Holy shit.
Jonathan grabs two pillows from the top of bed and places one on each side if him. First, he grabs my right knee, “Lift” he tells me and moves the pillow under my shin, and then does the same thing with the right. This position keeps my legs relaxed and opens me up to him more. He reaches up around the top of my thighs to clasp his hands behind me and pulls me in close to his mouth. I can feel my legs throbbing with anticipation but I feel him do nothing but breathe on me. His fiery breathing goes over my wetness and my folds like a flame from a fire you sat to close to. After a minute of just breathing, I feel him flick his tongue out to trace just the outer part of my lips. Gently he sends it further inside to taste me. “Mmmmm you taste like sex, sweet sex from us.” He goes in deeper and licks all around me, lapping up the wetness that spills from me due to his touch. The wetter he gets me, the harder it is to keep still, I grab onto his forearms and watch him tongue me, his eyes are closed and he looks like he is enjoying himself. While moving up and down my slit, he suddenly opens his eyes and looks straight up at me and into my soul and it shakes me, making my thighs quake. I can feel a pool of me dripping out and onto his chest, he can too, and takes his fingers to rub it into his skin and looks up me, “I love how wet you get, it turns me on.” “You, only you do this to me,” and with that I start to move my hips a little more, rocking them into his face. “Oooohhhh I know what you want baby and I am going to give it to you.” With this affirmation, he pulls me in even closer and my clit is now right in front of his mouth, “Lean forward a little, and grab the headboard,” he instructs me. I do as I am told and lean over, and when I do it brings my throbbing clit straight to his lips, and he begins to suck it. Pulling on it and running his tongue around makes me know I am going to cum in a matter seconds.
Jonathan is grabbing onto me, pulling me into him, and sucking away giving me relentless oral torture. I feel my hips start to move and buck, pushing into him more, as I grip the top of headboard for support, “that’s my girl” he whispers and grabs my ass tighter. The buildup that is coming feels like a freight train getting closer and closer, I feel nothing but pleasure radiating from my core and out my pores. I rock faster and Jonathan sucks harder on my clit and then suddenly its here, and with a final push of my hips into his mouth, I grip the headboard, throw my head back, and yell out “Jonathan!” as I shake into a climax that forced my hips to buck uncontrollably on top of his chest.
Completely gratified and spent, I lean down to grab Jonathans face and kiss him hard. I can taste myself and what he makes my body do, “thank you thank you thank you” I say and cover his face and mouth with kisses. He kisses me back and chuckles, “I have never cum so hard,” I tell him.
“Good, anytime kitten, I love making you feel this way,” with that he pulls me down into a bear hug, my legs straighten and are weak. “How can I ever repay you?” I offer back.
“Oh I can think of several ways,” and he gives me that evil glint of the pillager that he is.
“Make a list,” I tell him.
“It’s all up here,” and he taps his head.
Apparently, during our “appetizer,” room service was delivered in the main sitting area, and set up on dinning room table. “Do you they think heard us?” I ask Jonathan as we make up plates of food, dressed in four seasons robes, and starving.
“No, but I’ll bet they heard you!” and he smiles. I blush, it’s probably true, but I am not embarrassed for some reason. We eat in bed and watch some TV, we are both starving and finish the wine. Soon we are finished eating, and Jonathan gets up, grabs the dinner dishes from me, and puts them on the dresser. Taking off his robe, he then comes over to remove mine. I scoot my butt and let him pull it out from under me. Jonathan throws it on the floor next to the bed. Crawling into bed next to me, he pulls me into him, wrapping both his arms around me, as I curl up closely. Full and exhausted from our long day, we quickly begin to breath in sync. The last thing Jonathan says before he falls asleep is, “Here,” and kisses my hand three times.
Tuesday
The sun wakes me a little after six and Jonathan and I are no longer entangled. He is on his back, with one leg over mine, our hands held on his chest and with my head on his arm. I feel pleased and confident that I made the right choice in coming out here. Although I have no idea what will happen next with us, where we will go from here, I promise myself to keep an open mind and see where this takes me. My eyes close and I drift back to sleep.
Tuesday…a.m... shower
I can’t believe she is here. After what happened last time, I thought I would never see her again, definitely not in California. The thrill I got from seeing her, leaning against that wall was Christmas in July. She looked so vulnerable, so innocent. Lenox is a girl with no agenda, I am not used to that from people. Everyone wants something from me, especially Alisha. That bitch is on a mission. I have to find a way to make this work, if I can just get Lenox to agree, and hold on a little longer. Her raw beauty makes me speechless, every time I see her I am overtaken with a primal need to take her. She felt as good as I had imagined. With the sweetest, tightest, softest pussy of any woman, I had ever known. Being inside her was enough to push me into a mind-blowing climax, but I also feel something more, a connection of sorts. I am going to take her away with me today, surprise her, and be inside her as much as I can, and breathe her all in.
When I open my eyes again, I see Jonathan standing in the doorway of the bathroom staring at me. “Hi.” He says, and walks over to sit next to me on the bed.
“Hey.” I reply as he grabs my right hand, pulls the palm to his lips, and gives me those three quick kisses that I am starting to love. Looking into my eyes, he looks tranquil and relaxed as I feel.
“You know what I want?” I ask him.
“What? Anything for you.” He shows me a glint in his eye and an evil smirk working its way to the corner of his mouth, his eyes pan down my naked body, settling between my legs.
“Coffee,” I tell him.
I get that great deep laugh in response, “Done,” and Jonathan picks up the phone and tells Seth to send us the works.
In our robes, drinking coffee and eating breakfast in the early morning light we are silent. Basking in each other’s company I promise myself to enjoy the moment and be happy with what this is. Jonathan looks mouthwatering sitting there freshly showered with wet hair, waking up, and satisfied from our tryst last night. He catches me looking at him and winks at me, a nice evil grin rolling up the side of his face. I bite my lip and wonder what that grin means.
“Well kitten, as much as I would love to suck that bottom lip as well as every other protruding part of your delectable body, we have to get going.” My mind races, are we checking out, am I leaving, is he going to work. My face must register panic because Jonathan gets up from his chair, and walks over behind mine. Putting his hands on my shoulders he rubs them gently, slides them down and I think he is going into my robe and to my breasts, but he stops. Instead, he grabs my neck, runs up my jaw and pulls my head upward to see his face looking down at mine, holding my gaze for a minute, he whispers, “together.” I smile now that I know we are not separating just yet. Jonathan moves one of his hands to the nape of my neck and gently pulls my hair, “up, let’s go,” he orders me.
“I need to have my bag brought up from my rental c
ar.” I yell out as he walks into the bathroom.
“No, it should all be up by the door in the entry way.” I pad over to look and see my carry on bag, and two other designer leather duffel bags in the hall.
“Hey whose are these?” I call out as I pick up mine.
“What?” and Jonathan walks into the entry hall naked, and brushing his teeth. In the full morning light, I get the best view of his body I have ever had. His form is strong, athletic, and powerful. His arms look sturdy enough to lift a tree, but not bulky or bulging. His chest is also solid and well defined with cut abs that leads to a sexy v shape down his pelvis. Jonathan’s legs cut into three perfect muscles down to his feet. There is a soft sprinkling of dark hair on his pecks, and navel with treasure trail heading down to his groin, it continues spotted on his thighs and shins as well.
However, what I notice predominantly was the power stick between his legs. Long, thick, soft, and inviting, even though I had only been acquainted with it for less than a day, I know I want more from it. Catching my gaze between his legs, Jonathan takes the toothbrush out of his mouth, walks over to me, kisses me on the nose, and says, “Not now, later” reaching down to pick up one of the new bags. “The other one is yours,” and he heads back into the main suite.
Curious, I grab the other bag and follow him into the bedroom. Putting it down on the bed, I unzip it to look inside; it is women’s clothes. “What is this?” I call out.
“It’s stuff for you, for our trip.” I hear over running water.
“Trip?” I say excitedly.
“Yes, now, no more questions, get ready we have to go.”
Rummaging through the bag, I pull out cute but expensive things, item after item. “Where are we going, I mean what do I dress for?” I inquired.
