by Mary Potter
She knows what I want. She wants the same from me. Kayla climbs over me on the bed like I am a summit she must conquer. She climbs higher, my fingers pull out of her, slickness across her soft ass, and I grip her round luscious ass and pull her, bring her up to my chest. I can feel her pussy lips kissing my stomach, then my chest, and finally, her thighs drop on either side of my cheeks. I know the bristles of my whiskers scrape against her legs. Kayla lowers her hips down. Her perfect body envelops my face.
I breathe deep, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My lips kiss her hot, moist pussy lips. I feel her quiver against my mouth. I feel her shifting and opening for my mouth to take her. My tongue is long and robust, and I run it over her pussy and probe inside her channel, and I hear her whimpers. It is like I am inside her, under the waves, and I am part of her. My mouth presses against her, and my tongue probes her, and I am searching.
My hands on her back, I feel her rocking against my face. She wants me to keep hunting, to keep probing. She can feel my tongue pressing against her clit, and she shudders. I grip her hips, and I hold her firm and lift her, so I get a gulp of fresh air from between her thighs, cold against my wet chin. And I flick and tickle, and fuck her clit with my tongue. I can feel Kayla writhing, squirming, grinding against my mouth. She wants to handle it.
“I need you,” I whisper. She trembles. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks. I know she’s so close. I can’t stop. I cannot prevent the flicking of my tongue, or the tsunami wave of the orgasm will subside. I need to breathe, but I need Kayla’s orgasm. I need to feel her clit engorged with blood as she embarks down the other side of the giant wave that builds against my tongue. It’s there, right there. So close. I can feel her tipping…right…now.
KAYLA
I t’s impossible to share the details with a man how the intensity of the best orgasm in the world happens, and it is mind-blowing and body shuddering, and transformative, and enlightening. There is a plethora of feelings and a multitude of sensations that coincides with the greatest of orgasms. It isn’t just in my pussy. It doesn’t only impact my clitoris against Jackson’s incredible and athletic tongue. It is a whole part of me that breaks off and falls away, and Jackson has me, and I am jammed against his mouth as my body rocks uncontrollably. I scream out in the most incredible pleasure. The right orgasm creates sounds in a woman that are unmistakable. I know Jackson knows he’s made me orgasm because he is a fantastic lover.
I lean back, reach behind me, and I find that huge cock lying stiff against his stomach. I am still riding that orgasmic wave when I pull my quivering pussy off his mouth, and in the same bouncing movement, I slip my knees over his arms and lean back. It’s so big that I can feel the swollen head of his cock is more significant than the dildo I use. It is a living, stiff pulsing creature that needs my pussy to nestle, and I want to feel him erupt inside me.
I suck air. It’s as deep and pleasurable as a dip in the best tranquil body of water that I’ve ever had against me. Pressing down on Jackson’s stiff cock, pushing it deeper and deeper, slowly rising, opening myself to take all of him in me, I gasp. He is thick and massive, and I feel my pussy grab his shaft as I work it deeper and deeper inside me.
I know I’ve reached the apex because Jackson moans. He can feel every bit of me, and I am riding him. I grab at his chest. My fingernails rake against his skin. I gallop against him. I feel his rhythmic motion matching my gallop. We are one creature now, joined at the hips in the dark of the hotel room, and I can hear Jackson’s heartbeat unifying with my hammering heart. We are linked forever, and Jackson is climbing higher and higher. I feel that second tsunami wave reaching its zenith again.
In the dark, I turn my face from the ceiling to look down on him. Jackson is already watching me. He’s watching my tits bounce, and he sees my eyes sparkling in the dark. And I am murmuring his name. I feel his cock growing stiffer. I feel his balls tighten against me, and I hear the slap of our bodies from the slick wetness that is washing over us.
And he grunts. His fingers dig against my hips. He’s there, right there. I know it because he’s pulled another incredibly intense orgasm out of me. I can feel my clit tickled by his pelvis and pubic hair and his cock flex inside my pussy.
He’s watching me cum, and it’s too much for him because the moment I slow down, the moment it takes for my vision to clear, that’s when I see his face. The unmistakable instant that I feel Jackson is part of me now, forever. I feel his enormous cock begin to spasm. I feel his cum climbing up his enraged cock, and he pumps that cum deep inside my pussy. It is like hot lava baptizing my insides, and I know from that moment, he is mine, and I am his forever.
I ride the waves after the storm and lean over him. I feel Jackson’s huge hot arms around my back, and he pulls me against his chest. We are still feeling the aftershocks, and I move my hips to pull away, but Jackson squeezes me. He whispers in my ear.
“Please, please, I want to stay inside you a little while longer.”
Epilogue
JACKSON
M y time away from home ends in the week, and the fumigation of my condo was a resounding success. I am a new man, living a new dream, and this time I am not alone. I have Kayla, who is a vision and light, and someone I cannot believe I have in my life. Some things change, and others stay the same, because while Kayla and I begin a new life together, she embarks on a career path that is explosive and important to her. One thing I can say about my love; whatever she wants, Kayla will get it.
It takes weeks for her to start making changes at work. When she applies to the hotel manager position, Kayla doesn’t have a lot of hope. But I know her. I know what she’s capable of. And I know once she sees the finish, she can find the beginning.
It turns out Kayla had competition for the top spot at the hotel. She doesn’t have a college degree. But she has the passion and the experience. Kayla is a woman that I feel is the best thing that ever happened to me. And if it weren’t for her taking a chance in the middle of the night, I’d never have met her and stayed with her forever.
KAYLA
I t turns out I am exactly what the hotel needed for a manager. I started on the ground. I wasn’t afraid to scrub toilets. I had my share of demanding guests, but one thing above all that the hotel wanted, was my passion and my vision for better accommodations that takes nothing more than the right effort and a few genuine smiles.
Best of all, I have Jackson. I have an unbelievable man. He has his Boys in Blue, and they are charming and funny, but Jackson is a man that makes me feel like I can take on the whole wide world and conquer it all.
My first order of business at the hotel once I win the coveted position as manager is my guilty pleasure of firing the skinny-bitch concierge. She had her sights on the manager position. The shock on her makeup-caked face when she learned I won the top spot was better than any guest compliment I received all year. It turns out being helpful to people pays off. I know treating guests with a little respect, paying attention to their needs, can make even a modest dream come true. I fired her on the first day.
I wasn’t worried about a replacement, I had the perfect candidate. Maria accepted the offer, leaving the head housekeeper job to put on a sharp suit and help people without having to get clean towels or replace toilet paper. Maria will still do all that, so will I, if that’s what it takes. But it helps a place feel like a second home when everyone is working together instead of undermining your best efforts. I have Maria. I have Jackson, and I have the rest of our lives to sort it all out.
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