Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition)

by Johnson, James

  She coats you with her spirit as she slides inside you. She sinks into your flesh on her journey to heaven. The juice of love and lust stains forever as she leaves her sweet mark on your soul.

  You savor every luscious drop of her honey-sweet passion dripping inside you. You revel in the aftertaste of heaven that clings to your spirit. It all feels so natural, so clean, so satisfying—so damn good.

  You both gave and you took to make a dream come true. You relish each other and the moment you share. It’s sweet cherished treasure that fell from the sky. It’s candy from God.

  Chapter 22

  Jena was a little drunk. She had consumed three glasses of wine at James Café. She seemed to have gotten caught up in the happy stream of conversation between the three of them. Vicki was quite a funny girl after a drink or two, especially when the girl talk flowed. Add the presence of a male and things could become very entertaining. And they did.

  It had been quite the time. For three hours they had talked. Jena had shared the story of Steven’s big tease the night before. She told Vicki how he tortured her with his little Venezuelan adventure. Her loose wine lips told of the agony of sitting on the lusty edge. She recalled how she was forced to hear of Steven’s near catastrophic brush with death while he’s teasing her. She told of how her body was lusting with the need. She wanted to be touched so badly that she thought she would burst. She spared a few of the more intimate details, but she was plenty hot and spicy.

  Steven threw his part into the conversation. He finally came clean on his missing year—Venezuelan authorities didn’t appreciate gringo pot smugglers so he spent a year in their jail. It didn’t matter that he made not a dime from his “crime.”

  Steven loved it. It was all harmless fun. Jena was a very sexual woman who was just doing what came naturally. He just added it to his bank of knowledge, a little more insight into the female gender. If you keep a woman caged up she’ll find a way to squeeze through the bars. Bottle up a woman and she’ll find a way to pop the top off—and she won’t splash out on you. Someone else will reap the wet reward, someone who’s not afraid to let a wild animal run free.

  Steven had learned that a long, long time ago. A hot woman would find a way to cool off one way or another—as in another man. Many men just don’t understand it. Their education of the sexes doesn’t start until it’s too late. They’re never schooled in the mysteries of primal impulse. They don’t open the book on animal desire until she’s out the door. They don’t look past the cover until she’s in the arms of another.

  Some men walk the streets of ignorance as their woman burns inside. They stand at the corner of love and lust and don’t know where to turn. They wander into the intersection of enlightenment and cruise right through. They never realize how close they were to unlocking the treasure chest of awareness. They’ll never know just how close they were towards unraveling the mysteries of femininity.

  Steven was grateful for the insight he had obtained. Jena was going to run wild and free. There would be no leash wrapped around her. There would be no collar of restraint to bind her. There would be no cage of jealousy to stifle her personality. His hot, horny baby was free to let her sexuality flow. And right now that’s exactly what she was doing.

  Jena fumbled for her key as they walked up to her apartment. It was proving quite difficult with one hand stuck up his shirt. Add the alcohol buzz and it became a real chore. She finally found it as her hand made its way down and brushed over his hard cock.

  She had been that way all the way home. She had been all over him during the short drive home. Her hands and kisses made it nearly impossible to drive. Luckily they made it home without incident.

  Jena giggled as she unlocked the door. They entered the apartment.

  “Come here, my hot guy,” said Jena as she pulled Steven against her. “I wanna kiss you.”

  She pressed a hand against the back of his head and kissed him deeply. Her hungry tongue wrapped around his. It was long and silky.

  “Ummm,” groaned Jena.

  For a long minute Steven let Jena have her way. She kissed him with a recklessness that she had never shown before. It was passionate and totally unrestricted. She was loose and free. Tonight she would be a wildcat.

  “Ummm,” Jena moaned again as her mouth slipped away from his. It made a popping sound as she released his tongue that she had been sucking on with such passion. It was just part of her total sensual assault. Jena knew how to engage all of his senses.

  “Oh yeah,” said Jena as she began kissing his neck. “This is what I want. I want you.”

  Her long tongue slowly ran the length of his neck. First one side, then the other she ravished him. She ran her tongue upwards over his chin and it landed back in his mouth. They once again kissed as the lust built within.

  Jena slowly leaned back as she sucked on his tongue. It slipped out of her mouth.

  Jena reached behind her back and unlatched her bra. She pulled it out and tossed it aside. With both arms she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. It too was flung by the wayside.

  Jena’s breasts were a beautiful sight to behold. They were firm and tight. Her soft white skin gleamed like diamonds. Her hard brown nipples beamed with excitement.

  Jena reached underneath one breast and pushed upwards. Steven looked into her eyes. He saw the blackness that was desire.

  “Suck it, baby,” commanded Jena. “Suck my tit.”

  Steven liked her aggressiveness. This was a woman on fire. This was their third night together and obviously she had become very comfortable with him. He would let her run wild. He would be her toy to use any way she pleased.

  Steven leaned in and took her breast into his mouth. He sucked as much of her in as he could. His warm tongue massaged her nipple. Jena watched intently.

  Jena felt the heat. Oh Yeah! She felt Steven’s lips and tongue working over her breast. She watched her hot guy giving her pleasure. He would do anything for her, anything she asked.

  Steven was her toy, hers to play with. Steven was her sex slave. Here he was, hot and ready for her. Here was this hot physical specimen of a male in front of her. Oh, what to do with him? Jena was going to be a dirty little girl tonight. Anything goes.

  Right now anything was his cock in her mouth. Yeah, that’s what I want! I want his hard cock deep down my throat.

  “I gotta suck you,” panted Jena.

  She pulled her breast out of his mouth. She kneeled down on the floor and unbuckled his belt. She unzipped him and his hardness bounced out to greet her.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” said Jena. “I think you deserve a good sucking. What do you think? Do you want my tongue wrapped around your cock? Do you want my hot lips to suck you dry? Huh, baby?”

  Steven was along for the ride. Her take-it attitude was a huge turn-on. Jena was his hot tiger tonight.

  “Yeah, baby,” said Steven. “You take your cock and do as you please. That’s your hard cock—all yours. Suck it up, baby.”

  Jena grasped him with one hand. With the other she cupped his tight balls. She took him into her mouth.

  “Ummm, that’s good, baby,” she groaned. “I can already taste your cum. You gonna give me that hot cum tonight? Huh, baby? You gonna give it to me?”

  “Yeah, baby,” Steven said softly. “You’ll get your hot cum.”

  Jena ran her tongue slowly up the length of his shaft. A hand closely followed behind gripping him firmly. Every second came a tight squeeze as she inched her way up.

  Steven knew what his sexy baby was doing. She was coaxing out some of her precious juice. It turned her on. It turned him on. So fucking hot!

  Steven watched as Jena stopped at the head of his cock. Her tongue sat perched at the base of his head…waiting…waiting…waiting for its reward. She gave him one final hard squeeze. A drop of him rose from his engorged head.

  For a long second Jena stared at it. It didn’t get any more intimate than this. This was a piece of her hot man
. This was his juice of passion, an overflow of raw desire. This was lust rising from the cradle of his virility. This was liquid emotion that had seeped out of his soul. It was his energy, his essence, a taste of his raw sexuality. It was a morsel of the man she loved. It was so fucking intimate! So damn hot!

  Jena raised her head as she ran her tongue over the tip. She gathered up her precious treasure. Her long tongue scooped it up. She closed her eyes as she savored him. She let his taste rock her soul.

  Steven watched as she rose from the floor. She stood before him and opened her eyes. They locked into his. She moved in closer to him. There she was letting herself go. There she was expressing the flaming sexuality that possessed her. There she stood with her open mouth and outstretched tongue.

  Steven looked into her hungry animal stare. He looked at the droplet of himself that rested at the end of her tongue—that oh-so-sexy, long tongue of hers. She cradled his juice like a trophy, cupping it at the end of her tongue. It glistened like the morning dew, a sweet piece of nature for her to devour.

  Steven watched as she brought her face to his. Now her sexy tongue was right in front of his eyes. It was still cherishing his intimacy, holding it proudly for him to see. She watched him watch her.

  Jena ever-so-slowly brought her lips down. She gently wrapped them around the end of her tongue. Then she sensually ran the tip of her tongue between them. Again she closed her eyes. Steven watched as her drop of heaven washed away into her lips. He watched her soak in her treasure of lust.

  “Ohhh, ummm.” she groaned.

  Steven watched as she slowly swallowed him down. The sight was almost too much to bear. She was so into it, so into him. It was so fucking sexy. It was incredibly sensual to see this amazing girl unleashing her sexuality. Her passion was limitless. She was born to make love. She was the epitome of sensuality, a showcase of pure, dripping wet sex.

  “Ummm, that’s good,” said Jena in a voice that echoed desire. “You gonna give me some more—or am gonna have to suck it out? Huh, baby?”

  Jena’s face revealed her true essence. The walls had tumbled down. Her black eyes of desire reflected the hunger within. The strand of hair dangling over her face was a symbol of total release. Nothing mattered now but the touch. All her worldly cares had floated away. There was nothing but a shiny surface that would be painted with pleasure. The colors of passion and lust would be splashed upon them. They would roll in the effulgence and let the gods have their way.

  Jena and Steven would color each other in nature’s brilliance. They would create their own art that would sparkle through the night. They would make their private rainbow and follow it to the heavens. Then they would slide down the brilliance into the treasure below. A golden dream would usher them in with the lure of each other.

  They would roll in their dream until the dream came true. They would coat each other with the moment, wallow in the now. They would feel every touch like a burning iron that branded their souls. They would take and give of each other until there was nothing left. They would leave nothing but the ashes of love and lust.

  Steven took her in, this fantastic package of sensuality. Jena was incredibly beautiful. It wasn’t the in-your-face type of beauty that fooled so many. It wasn’t the result of some television-twisted programming that made women feel inadequate.

  Jena’s beauty was completely natural. There was nothing skin deep about her. She didn’t need makeup, fancy clothes or any of those superficial cover-ups. Her beauty radiated from within. It was a sense-bending sensuality that surrounded her all the time. It was a hungry sexuality that covered her like a cloud. It was the beauty of her passionate soul shining through like the summer sun. It was a primal presence that made the blood run hot. It was his baby’s calling card of lust. And right now she was lusting after him.

  Jena had him so turned on. Her little game or whatever it was had his heart racing. There was no predicting what she would do next. She was on fire.

  “Well, baby,” said Jena as she knelt back down. “What’s it gonna be? Some more of this?”

  Steven watched as Jena placed her tongue underneath the base of his swollen shaft. She took a long, slow lick that never seemed to end. The image of his incredibly sexy baby licking him was nearly unbearable. It was just so damn erotic. Jena really was pure sex.

  “Do you like that, baby?” Her words conveyed her sensuality. “Does it feel good?”

  Again she pressed her long silky tongue hard against it and slowly slid up to the top. She circled the head, swirling her tongue around it. Then she kissed it lightly with her lips.

  “Ummm,” moaned Jena. “That’s my tasty baby. That’s my hard cock.”

  Jena looked up at him. Once again he gazed into her presence. Her faint smile revealed a touch of playful wickedness. Her black eyes of desire reflected the hunger within. It was dark smoke rising from the raging fire of lust deep inside her soul. Her eyes pierced his flesh, heated his blood, soaked him with her fiery lust.

  “Yeah,” she breathed as she placed her mouth back around him and took him in.

  Jena was beyond sexy. There literally were no words that could express the passion that flowed from her. It was so sensual to see this incredible girl unleashing her sexuality. How he managed to become the lucky recipient of her sensual skills he didn’t know. All he knew was that he never wanted it to end. He wanted this forever.

  Steven watched as she made love to his cock. Her eyes focused upon the treasure before her. She admired it, the hardness, the heat, the throbbing muscle of passion and lust. She swallowed up his beauty with her eyes.

  Steven watched Jena breathe in his scent. She rubbed her face into him. He could feel her soft skin slide across his cock and balls. He watched as she gently lifted up his balls and wiped them clean with her tongue. She nibbled the base of his shaft. She was totally consumed. There was nothing else that existed but the hard cock before her.

  Jena lost herself in him. It was her cock to devour and she did. Her velvety tongue raked over it in silky waves. Her lustrous lips nibbled away underneath the head. Her steamy breath swept around his shaft. It was an image from heaven. It was a picture of the exquisite fantasy that was Jena. It was a snapshot of carnal heat that was his baby.

  Jena’s hot mouth hovered around his throbbing cock. Her tongue flicked away at the head. She teasingly stroked him with one hand. Her loose grip slid through the trail of wetness her tongue had left behind. The pleasure was indescribable. Her other hand gently squeezed his balls in a sensual massage. One finger slipped between the cheeks of his ass. She left nothing untouched.

  Jena was giving her all to him. Mind, body and soul were united in her quest to pleasure him. The passion she exhumed was limitless. She was born for this. She was created to make love. She was built for pleasure. Jena was the epitome of all that was sensuous.

  Chapter 23

  Jena gave him another long, slow, sensuous lick. She started by kissing his balls and eased her way up his shaft. When she got to the head she looked up at him. Her hungry eyes gazed into his. She licked under the head. She pressed her full lips under it and kissed it.

  Jena stood. “Come to the bedroom, baby.”

  “Not yet,” answered Steven. “I’ve gotta feel your skin right now.”

  Steven quickly shed his clothes. He pulled Jena tight against him. He kissed her neck and ran his hands over her breasts.

  Then he unzipped her jeans and slid them to her ankles. Jena stepped out of them. Steven slipped a hand beneath her panties and squeezed her ass. Then he pulled her underwear down and off. He flipped the pile of clothing with his foot as it scattered across the floor.

  “Come here, baby.” Steven wrapped both arms around her. He tightly embraced her. He could feel the sexual energy flowing between them. This was the skin on skin he was craving. It was pore on pore. This was the oneness of love and lust. This was the fire of spirit and emotion. She seeped into him and him into her.

  “I gotta kiss you.”
Steven placed both hands around the back of her head. He took her into his mouth. Their tongues entwined as they were meant to be.

  They were closer than close. They were one and the same. There was no he or she. There was no Steven or Jena. They were wrapped under one skin. They were one energy, one consciousness and one body. They were whole, complete, an eternal flame that would burn forever. They were each other.

  Jena slipped a hand into the heat. She wrapped it tight around his cock. She slowly stroked him as their tongues danced to their private tune.

  Steven reached around her and picked her up. Jena wrapped her legs around him. They continued their kiss as he carried her into the bedroom.

  They fell into the bed together. Their hands ravished each other, needy for the touch. They fed off the fervor as they caressed one another. They drank in the lust of their passionate kiss.

  Jena’s mouth moved down to his neck. She slid down his chest as her tongue took him in. She breathed in his scent. She tasted him in full as she moved to his stomach. She swirled her tongue around his navel and kissed it gently.

  “Oh, baby, you taste so good,” she said. ‘Taste me too, baby—69 baby.”

  Jena turned around facing the opposite direction. She then climbed on top of him. She took him into her mouth.

  Steven looked at the beauty before him. Jena’s pussy glistened like a piece of heaven. She was straddling him. The heat from her core warmed his face. He raised his head and raked his tongue lightly across her open lips.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Oh baby.”

  Steven grabbed her cheeks with both hands. He gently pried them apart and opened her up. There was her hot pussy waiting for him. It was an image that he burned into his memory. It was a priceless treasure.

  Steven pushed himself against her. He ran his tongue over the length of her. She was flooded with the wetness of her raw desire. She tasted of heaven.

  “Oh God,” groaned Jena. “Ohhh, ohhh, God.”