by York, Marie
“I’m not done with you yet.”
He traced his tongue along my collar bone and sucked on the crook of my neck then pushed my dress the rest of the way down.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said then fell to his knees.
He squeezed my ass then linked his fingers around the band of my panties. His lips pressed into my lower back and inch by torturous inch he peeled the material away from my body, trailing his lips behind it. My thong fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. His hands massaged my ass then he buried his face into my backside and licked a delicious stroke across my aching pussy.
Needing to grab onto something, I reached behind me, knotting my fingers in his silky hair. His clever fingers circled my pulsing clit and then without warning he pushed them inside me. My hands flattened against the wall, holding myself up, not relying on my weakening legs.
A soft moan pushed its way up my throat as his slick tongue stroked lovingly along my sex. He grabbed handfuls of my ass and spread me wide as he continued with the relentless strokes.
Tremors wracked my body. The release I had been dreaming about for two years was building inside of me and when I was about to explode Jaxon stopped. He ran his hand up my side, tracing his mouth along my back. His grip tightened on my waist and spun me to face him. He kissed my stomach then sucked my tight nipple into his mouth, teasing me with the right amount of teeth.
I curved into the wall as he licked the peak with long sensuous laps of his tongue. I reached down to his zipper and this time he didn’t stop me. Slowly, I undid his pants and pushed them down. When his cock sprung free, I wrapped my hand around his shaft.
His mouth found mind and he swiped his tongue along my bottom lip. I parted, meeting his tongue with my own, relishing in the hot intrusion.
Not wanting to leave his lips, but wanting so desperately to taste him, I drew back and kissed his chin before making my decent down the hard ridges of his chest and abs.
Precum beaded on his tip and I slid my tongue over the head, savoring his warm salty taste I’d been craving for so long. I opened wide and took him in completely, pulling back and swirling my tongue along the head before taking him deep. His cock nudged the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Jaxon cursed and I ran my hand up his abdomen, dragging my nails back down his skin as I cupped his ass and urged him deeper. His cock pulsed in my mouth and I could feel it growing harder. He fisted my hair and controlled my motions, as he slowly eased me back.
My tongue trailed along the smooth underside and when I reached the tip I licked and sucked, torturing him with pleasure.
His hand tightened on my hair and he pulled me up to him, crushing his mouth to mine. He grabbed my ass, hoisting me up effortlessly and I wrapped my legs around his middle.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said as he walked us across the room.
He kissed me then, devouring me completely and I let the passion overtake me, closing my eyes and soaking up every luscious caress.
“Fuck me,” I begged, needing to feel him inside me. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
At my words his kisses turned more urgent, his hands more desperate. He dropped me on the bed and climbed on top of me, pushing his thick, hard cock inside me.
My back arched and I whimpered at the pure pleasure building in me and spreading through every inch of my body. Jaxon pounded into me, so deep, so hard, and I dug my nails into his back.
“Oh my God. Yes! Jaxon!” He thrust deeper and brought his hand to my clit rubbing the sensitive nub.
It felt too good. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the intense feel of his cock pumping in and out of my hot, wet pussy.
“I want you on top,” he said. He pulled out of me and I instantly felt the loss. He laid on the bed and I sat back admiring his masculine beauty. Then I straddled him, positioning myself above his waiting cock. He grabbed my face between his hands and held my gaze as I slowly eased on to him.
He filled me completely and I rocked my hips, feeling him glide across my sensitive tissues.
“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck my cock.”
I lifted up then pushed back down, drawing out the pleasure. Jaxon grasped my hips and held me in place as he thrust into me over and over again. We both cried out at the intensity. He cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers, causing me to churn my hips, taking him deeper.
The pressure built, and I drew out the motions, dragging myself up and down his cock in slow, tantalizing movements. My insides clenched and I spiraled out of control, convulsing against Jaxon as my orgasm overtook me.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
I collapsed against him and he waited only a second before he pounded into my dripping pussy. My already too sensitive tissues exploded, shooting vicious sensations through my body. Jaxon grabbed my hips and surged into my sex, coming deep inside of me, sending me spiraling into another orgasm.
We both panted, trying to catch our breaths. Sweat beaded on his forehead and I ran a hand through his hair, brushing it back.
“Come here,” Jaxon said, pulling me to his lips. He a placed a chaste kiss on my mouth and then tucked me beside him.
He kissed my cheek and my neck and held me tight. “Is it okay if I stay?” he asked and my heart nearly burst out of my chest.
“As long as you promise you won’t leave before saying goodbye.”
He turned me to face him and kissed me again. “Promise.”
I cuddled into him and smiled. This time was different. It didn’t feel like this was an end. No. It felt like it was just the beginning.
***
I slept heavenly and when the bright morning sun, shimmered through the crack in the curtains, I stretched my arms and reached for Jaxon.
But the only thing I felt was the cold empty sheets. I sprang up and searched the room. His pants were gone. I went to the bathroom but the door was open and the shower was bone dry. I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped myself in it then ran into the hallway.
I knocked on Jaxon’s door. He must’ve came back to shower. He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. He promised. I knocked again more desperate this time.
“Jaxon?” I called out.
A couple walked by, staring at me like I lost my mind. I ignored them and knocked again. Nothing. I went back to my room and collapsed on the bed.
The realization smacked into me, knocking the wind right the fuck out of me.
He left me.
Again.
The End
Look for the next book in the Tryst Series
ALWAYS
available June 4th, 2015
Like this story? Want more emotional erotic fiction?
You can find more books by Marie here.
Sign up for her mailing list to be the first to find out when the next hot book is available.
Check out Marie’s Website or LIKE her Facebook page
Also don’t forget to leave a review!
About the Author
Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.
