Jena kissed him on the cheek. “I’m going to shower, baby.”
“Yeah,” said Steven. “I’m going to jump in there when you’re finished. It’s been a long day.”
Jena ran a hand down his chest. Then she pulled him in and squeezed his ass with both hands. Her eyes were getting that look. She didn’t try to hide it nor did she want to. She gazed into his eyes.
“I wanna get good and clean for you. Then I want you to dirty me up. I want to wake up tomorrow and wear you until I see you again. I want to carry a piece of you inside of me. I want to be able to smell you and taste you even when you’re not here.”
“Yeah, baby,” said Steven softly. “That’s what we’ll do. We’ll roll in each other until we’re one. I’ll cover you with me. You cover me with you.”
Steven kissed her lips and gave her a little slap on the ass.
“Go ahead and get in the shower, baby.”
Jena gave him one last glance before she turned away. It was one of those instant-erection implants into his brain. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was planting her seed of pleasure. She was telling him to get ready because she sure was.
Jena was in heat and was letting him know it. She needed her Steven fix. She needed her cure. It would be their last night for who knows how long and it wouldn’t be wasted.
She walked into the bathroom. She closed the door halfway behind her. Steven watched as she undressed. He watched her shed her garments one at a time. He watched her grace him with her beauty as the clothing fell to the floor.
Steven watched her brush her teeth. Who would have ever thought that was sexy—but Jena sure as hell made it hot. All he could think about was his baby getting cleaned up for him. She had only one thing on her mind—getting in and out of that shower and into his arms. His baby was so damn hot. She was so fucking sexy!
Jena was putting on an erotic show and didn’t even know it. That’s how sensual his baby was. It all came naturally to her. She truly was the sexiest girl there ever was. Every little movement had an element of raw sexuality. Every twist of her hot body sent his blood racing. Every breath she took she turned into a performance. Jena turned him on like nothing else.
Jena slipped behind the shower curtain and into the water. Steven could see her shadowed silhouette. She was an image of grace and beauty—exquisite perfection. Steven watched as she reached between her legs to clean herself. She was getting ready for him. Jena was preparing for love.
Steven was full-on hard. Jena’s lusty look had done its job. He wanted her so fucking bad. He wanted to kiss her, taste her—be inside her. His hot baby’s little seed had sprouted. It was now a raging primal impulse—one that couldn’t be stopped.
Steven stripped off. He was hard and horny and so turned-on. Heart of the Animal’s shower scene flashed across his mind. It was about to be reenacted. Jena was going to get another taste of her favorite author’s imagination. Joan Dixon was going to deliver it straight to her.
Steven quietly walked into the bathroom. There she was. Just mere inches away stood his treasure chest of lust and pleasure. All he could think about was pushing his hard cock deep, deep, deep into her awaiting pussy.
Steven pulled back the shower curtain.
“Oh!” cried Jena.
The look on Jena’s face was one of shock that quickly changed to passion. Steven stepped inside the shower.
“I couldn’t help it, baby,” breathed Steven. “You’ve got me so hot, so fucking horny. You turn me on like you wouldn’t believe. Kiss me, baby.”
They wrapped their arms around each other. He took her into his mouth. His hard cock pressed against her.
Jena was lathered in a soapy film. Strands of hair dangled over her exquisite face. Her skin glistened like the dew kissing the morning sun. Her lustrous eyes gleamed with a hungry sensuality that couldn’t be suppressed. Jena was so sexy—so fucking sexy.
Steven’s hands wandered over her body. They slid through the soap. Her skin was so soft. He wanted to lick every inch of her. He wanted to eat her up.
“I’m gonna get you real clean, baby,” said Steven.
Steven wiped a handful of soap from her neck. Jena watched as he knelt down upon his knees. The water streamed over his head. He took the soapy hand and pushed it tight against her pussy. He pressed into her and rubbed over her clit.
“Yeah, baby,” he said. “I can feel the heat already. You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?”
“Oh, God,” said Jena. “Steven, you really got me turned on by coming in here.”
Steven pushed a finger inside her. Her wetness enveloped it. Yes, his baby was hot and ready. He leaned in and took her clit between his lips. He gave it a gentle suck.
“Fuck me, baby,” moaned Jena. “I need you inside me.”
Steven stood up. He took one of her breasts in his hands. He pushed it up and took it in his mouth. Jena watched the water stream over his face as he sucked her nipple.
“Put your leg up here,” said Steven as he lifted up one of her legs. He placed her foot on the soap tray.
Jena watched as he inserted his cock into her. She watched the head disappear into her. Then with one push he slipped deep inside her.
They both groaned simultaneously. The pleasure had begun.
As the water poured over them they rocked back and forth. They took each other into their mouths. Their tongues danced as the water beat down upon their faces.
They lost themselves in the kiss. For several minutes they shared their passion in their steamy quarters. Steven’s cock gently rocked inside her. Their silky bodies pressed against each other in hungry love. They were making memories that would have to sustain them through the oncoming drought.
They were awash in sensuality. Every touch burned with passion. Every kiss carried a fire that torched their emotions. They were living for each other. They were inside each other’s flesh. They were inside each other’s minds. They were piercing each other’s hearts with the dagger of love.
Jena reached around and turned off the water. Steven read her mind.
“I know, baby,” he said. “Let’s go to your bed.”
Jena grabbed his hand and they stepped out of the shower. She led him to the bed and they climbed upon it. They were soaking wet with water and lust. Jena took his cock into her mouth. She licked the head before letting it go.
“I want it from behind, baby,” said Jena. “I want to feel your hard cock go deep.”
Steven watched Jena turn around. She rested herself on her arms and pushed her ass up high. Her hair fell over her shoulders. A sexier picture there could never be.
“Fuck my hot pussy, baby,” said Jena. “Fuck it good.”
Steven gazed at the gorgeous sight in front of him. There she was in all her sensual glory. There was her beautiful ass and pussy staring him in his face. And she was begging him to fuck her.
Steven leaned down and raked his tongue over one cheek. He gently sucked her into his mouth. It was the soft, sweet flesh of his hot, horny baby. It was her hot, sexy ass. He gave it the tiniest little bite, just enough for her to feel it.
Jena was filled with want and need. She felt so comfortable with Steven. She could say anything. She could do anything. She was loose and free to do as she pleased. Right now she had to have his hard cock hitting the back of her pussy.
Steven pushed up tight against her. She could feel him rubbing his cock over her ass. She knew she was turning him on. She knew she was hot and sexy. She knew her hot ass was swimming in his head. To turn on her sexy man was the ultimate. They were gasoline and fire that would soon explode.
Jena felt him enter. Steven’s cock slipped deep inside her.
“Ohhh!” cried Jena. “Ohhh God!”
His thick cock never felt better. This is what she was craving. Yeah, this is what she needed. This is what life was all about.
Steven began stroking her. She felt him spread apart the cheeks of her ass. She could feel his eyes burning into her. She could see what
he saw. He was gazing down at his hot pussy, his hot ass—his hot baby wrapped around his cock.
Steven reached underneath and squeezed her breast. Jena felt him roll her nipple between his fingers. He pinched it. It was a touch of pain that wasn’t pain at all. It was a gateway to pleasure. Steven began stroking her harder.
Jena closed her eyes and took it all in. She kicked out all thought. There was no reason to think. All she had to do was ride the moment wherever it took her. All she had to do was swim in the lusty waters of hot sex.
Their image filled the space in her head. It was if she were floating at the ceiling. She peered down at the ecstasy below. It was flesh on flesh flying free. It was unrestricted pursuit of pleasure. It was a couple lost in each other.
It was pure pleasure looking upon its playground. It was the creation of Steven and Jena. It was an entity of lust gazing down at its makers. It was hot blood and raging desire—raw and ripe and ready.
Pure, unfiltered, raw sex, nature’s greatest gift—that’s what it was. It was hard cock in hot pussy looking out from the inside. It was a mirror of pleasure reflecting the source. It was the animal unleashed.
Jena let it go. There was no reason to run. There was no reason to hide. There was no reason not to let the passion rule. She was getting it good from the sexiest man on the planet. She was getting fucked and it felt so fucking good—so fucking good!
“Fuck me, baby!” she cried. “Fuck me, baby—I’m yours!”
Her words were fuel on the fire. Steven began pumping her furiously. He was overrun by the power of lust. Nothing or no one was sitting as high as he. He was the Star of Ecstasy.
Steven watched his cock as it dipped in and out of her luscious flesh. It was covered in the treasure that was Jena. It was the markings of pleasure, the juice of passion—a slick reward for making his baby scream. It was his hot baby’s cum so sticky and sweet. It was Jena giving thanks for her pleasure.
Jena had opened her doors for her hot man to do as he pleased. And he was pounding into her. His thick, hard cock was filling her up. A hand had somehow found her clit. His fingers were all over it, smothering it in pleasure. It was too much to take.
Jena felt her whole body exploding over and over. One orgasm ran into the next. It was one long-running wave of pleasure that wouldn’t quit. It was ecstasy that was feeding on itself, gorging on the pleasure. It was primal energy unleashed from the soul.
Steven was a flash of lightning that never went back up. It stayed and kept striking pleasure into her. Wave after wave crashed upon her. Each one was better than the last. It was if she were plugged into a pleasure machine.
“Roll over, baby,” said Steven.
His voice exuded raw passion. “I want to see your eyes.”
Steven pulled out as Jena turned around.
“Lift up, baby,” said Steven.
Jena watched as he placed a pillow under her ass. She was raised up high for her man. She was his for the taking.
“I’m gonna get in there deep,” said Steven. “I’m going to make love to you, baby.”
Jena felt him slip inside her. Steven took his time as his slick cock slowly penetrated her.
“Oh God,” moaned Jena. “Oh, Steven, baby,”
Steven arched his back and pushed in all the way to the bottom. Jena could feel him touch the back of her pussy. He began slowly stroking her.
“Does that feel good, huh, baby?”
“Yes,” breathed Jena. “I feel every vein in your cock. You’ve got me so turned on.”
“Look into my eyes,” said Steven. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.”
Jena looked into him. Her eyes told the story a thousand words couldn’t capture. They were hungry and satisfied at the same time. She was lost in lust and love. She was on the crest of a wave riding its power. Nothing mattered but her and her man. All was perfect.
Their eyes locked as Steven’s face came to hers. It seemed like slow motion. They met in a kiss as they took in each other. Their eyes caressed each other with pure emotion. They truly were the windows into the souls for now they had proof. They too were locked together in a kiss. Steven and Jena were soulmates. They were meant to be.
Jena felt another rush. A fire was spreading throughout her body. It was unlike any sensation she had ever felt. It was pleasure coming from the heart. It was pleasure streaming from her soul. It was flesh and blood running hot with the power of love.
Steven was deep inside her. She could feel him grinding against her clit. He never came out, yet it seemed he was stroking her. It was only deeper and deeper. It was the perfect pressure upon her clit.
Their eyes were still locked into each other. They were seeing inside where no others had been allowed. They welcomed each other into the recesses of their most inner selves. They brought themselves together into one house. It was the house that Steven and Jena built. It was the house of love.
Jena felt it spread through her. It was a presence more than anything else. It was warmth that could only be described in emotional terms. It was wrapped in a package of physical pleasure but it was more than that—much more. It was the seed of existence running through her veins. It was the light of truth bursting through the clouds. It was the meaning of it all underneath a mad, mad world. It was love.
“Ohhhhh! Ohhhh Steven! Ohh God.”
It happened. Jena’s whole body erupted in a fiery flash. She melted inside and out. She came apart and was pieced back together by someone or something. In the split second she was broken down, an unknown force poured into her. It saturated her blood and permeated her flesh. It washed over her soul and raced through her veins. It was charged by the heart with the essence of love. It was the glue of the universe binding her back together in a wave of pleasure.
Steven pushed himself deep, deep, deep—he felt it too. He felt the power of creation sweep across them. Jena’s hot pussy was the nerve center for something much bigger. It was delivering a message from the stars, signed and sealed by the force behind it all.
“Oh God, baby” cried Jena. “You feel so good. Love me, baby, love me.”
Jena stood at the top of the mountain as heaven kissed her soul. The pleasure was beyond anything human. It could only be described as an orgasm of emotion. It was pure joy boring into her core. It was fueled by truth and faith. It was the coming together of two beings. It was a spiritual binding that transcended understanding.
Knowing was just another step up the ladder. Being was what it was all about—living for the here and now. It was about capturing the moments as they raced by, embracing them and kissing them and telling them you love them. You hold onto them until they slip from your hands. Then you take the next moment and do the same.
To live in the future was to live a lie. To live in the past was wasting the now. Living in the present was all there was. Time shines down on moments like these to enjoy. You either soak them up or you waste them. The choice is simple yet so many refuse. They’re too busy chasing nothings as they walk the plank of life. They’re spellbound by the material world and let true pleasure pass them by. They fall off and drown into the waters of ignorance.
Jena had been struck by the sacred light. It scarred her with the secrets. She was no longer one of the masses who lived in the darkness. She was enlightened and would leave that dark world behind. She would shine with the wisdom of the ancient sages. She would shine with the stars.
Jena would bask in the pleasure. Others could waste their limited years acquiring temporal possessions. Others could burn their precious energy on a treadmill to nowhere. Others could chase the wind as it blew in circles. Let them run blind in the sunlight—but not her.
Yes, to be was the answer. And that’s what she was doing. That’s what Steven was doing. That’s what they were doing. Their lips met again as they shared themselves with each other. Steven took her tongue into his mouth and caressed it with his.
“I can taste you, baby,” he whispered. “I can taste your cum. It’s i
n your mouth.”
Jena’s juices of sensuality had run through her body. They were bubbling up out of her. It had been an explosion from within. It had been an orgasm unlike any other.
Steven had never experienced anything like it. He didn’t even think it was possible. He had written about it in Naked Emotion. Up until now he thought it was just part of his runaway imagination. It was him getting caught up in the heat of creativity. All he knew was that she tasted good. This was Jena’s inner being rising through her pores. This was a taste of Jena’s soul.
Jena could feel him growing bigger and harder inside her. This was his way of telling her he would cum soon. He would fill her full of his manhood. He would shoot a stream of his hot love juice deep into her pussy. She would welcome it and cherish it and swallow it inside her.
Jena knew her taste had sent him over the edge. She knew her baby’s weakness for her juices of lust. Whether it came from her pussy or her mouth he was in heaven. Steven began to pump hard into her.
“Ummmm,” growled Steven. “You got me so horny, baby. Your pussy feels so good. I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fucking my hot pussy.”
Jena took his tongue into her mouth. She knew her baby liked to have his tongue sucked. And another taste of her inner juices would take him away. Steven let her cover his tongue with her delicious nectar. He accepted the pleasure as she soaked him with the drippings of emotion.
Steven’s body was pushing his own juices up to the top. Any second now he would explode. Jena’s pussy was smothering his pulsating cock. She was showering him with pleasure. He could sense her anticipation. She was awaiting the blast of his love deep inside her. She wanted to feel the flood of his hot cum. She wanted him to soak her walls with his sticky serum of lust. Her pussy was hungry and ready to feast.
Steven pushed in even deeper. Jena felt his balls tighten as they slapped against her ass. She reached around and grabbed his hot ass. She squeezed and pushed him into her. She wanted his hot cum to go deeper inside than ever before. She wanted to carry it with her for eternity. She wanted it to seep into her soul.
“Look at me, baby,” Jena commanded. “I want to watch your face when you cum. I want to see it when you shoot into me.”
Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) Page 23
