BOMAW 7-9

by Mercedes Keyes

  She didn't know what to say, her voice was caught in her throat. She couldn't quite regulate her breathing, get her system to calm itself. She felt herself swelling, moisture pooling, filling up that panty shield again.

  Jake could see the passion in her eyes, and a bit of fear there, too, uncertainty. He couldn't help himself. He couldn't wait any longer. He was human, and they were alone. His adrenaline was still pumping from earlier - he still felt challenged, aggressive - as if his manhood was in question. Having been charged up before his brother, left him raw, hyped - he needed an outlet - being left alone with Vivian, his woman, caused his brain to channel the energy while converting it into a need to fuck. He lowered himself to the floor and crawled over to her. His breathing was deep. Vivian could hear it, he was breathing through his nose, with nostrils flaring, he inhaled deep as if he caught scent of her growing passion, enjoying the essence of woman emanating from her healthy young body. Turned on by it, his breathing deepened as he moved ever closer, slowly, like a careful stalking lion.

  Vivian's heart was slamming, as if she were being stalked by something dangerous, deadly, she kept her eyes on him - Oh, mama… mamaaaa… Lord… somebody …help me handle this man—oh, mama…it's time. She trembled, as the thought coursed through her mind, frozen, she was unable to move. She sat, her breathing vocal, she was unable to hide what he did to her, what he made her feel. He was right there, right upon her, his face just barely an inch from her own. Vivian felt dizzy. "I…I want you, Vivian—I want you. Let me…please, let me?"

  She gulped. Her large, light brown eyes, so close to a tawny gold, staring into his. Could it be, that he had the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen on a man? His eyes closed a moment, and then as if in a trance from staring into hers, his head swayed to run his bristly cheek against her smooth one. His behavior, so reminiscent of a large cat, rubbing against her, coaxing her to let him mount. Vivian closed her eyes, and as a black cat on the verge of purring, she tilted her head back, exposing her long graceful throat to him. Jake's mouth was slow in tasting her skin. Because he was a bit tired, aroused, intoxicated with the prospect of finally loving this woman, the way he always dreamed to, he took his time. There would be no rushing him. Breathing at the side of her neck, his tongue finally snaked out and lapped at her skin. Along the column of her neck, he licked and then, latched on. Sucking.

  Vivian trembled with a sigh escaping, "J-J-J-Jake." His name came out as if her teeth were chattering from the cold.

  His mouth moved from where he sucked, up to the line of her jaw, coaxing her to turn to him, to give him her mouth. Vivian felt like melted honey. There were no bones left in her body, languid and slow, she turned her mouth to him, there was little else she could do. There was no fight in her to deny him. Not anymore. If he broke her heart into tiny pieces, she didn't care. Not about tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. Right here, right now, with his teeth pulling at her bottom lip, and then his tongue stroking it, working into her mouth, over her teeth, and then to her answering tongue, within. Finally his mouth attacked. She whimpered. He was still on his knees, sucking at her mouth, kissing her, holding her in place as if by invisible bands. His mouth, the sounds coming from him, the force of the kiss, made her feel dominated, captivated under his full control.

  Moving his body in closer, Jake rose to his knees, moving his arms around her, pulling her up with him, kissing her hard and hungry; like a man starved, he ravaged her mouth. Vivian couldn't even put her arms around him, he had them pinned to her sides with his arms, like powerful bands she first imagined holding her in place for him, squeezing her, keeping her right where he needed her. All she could do was be kissed, be ravaged, be swept away in his storm. He'd been holding out for so long. Biding his time. To have her finally, compliant—no struggles—giving in to him, made his appetite for her ravenous. One of his hands went down to cup the firm, round cheek of her buttocks. He shook from the feel of her firm ass in his hand. Pulling his mouth away, he trembled. "No going back!" He gasped, "I want it all tonight, all of you, you hear me?"

  Whimpering, Vivian couldn't speak, she could only weakly nod her head. He was holding her, staring at her. He loosened his hold on her, letting her ease back to the floor and then he stood. His eyes filled with such ardent lust, Vivian felt that she was already penetrated by him.

  "Stand up." He ordered softly.

  She wasn't so sure that she could. With her hand to the table, she pulled herself up on her feet.

  He was watching her, licking his lips, he closed his eyes a moment, willing himself to calm down. To slow down. To take it slowly. He'd never in his entire life, wanted something so bad, as he wanted her. He was certain that this was madness. Blowing softly, he opened his eyes, "Take…your clothes off - everything — take'em off."

  Vivian stood shivering. She wasn't cold, but she shivered. "Right here?" She asked, in a tiny voice.

  "Right here—right now. I want you—completely—naked…I don't wanna see anything but your skin." Jake felt like a wolf himself. Like a dog when he smells the scent of a bitch in heat. Like a dog when pressing his nose right up to her inflamed sex, oozing with juices made to make him salivate, and want to lick her there. "I'm—waiting." He informed his nervous mate.

  Vivian stepped out of her sandals. She was shaking, suddenly afraid again. He looked as if he would devour her, and Jake was determined that he would. "The shorts next," he urged. A shiver passed over Vivian as she reached for her shorts, unfastened them, and slowly pushed them down her rounded, feminine hips, along with her panties, down her legs. Jake's gaze was on her every move. As she straightened back up, his passion could no longer be mistaken for anything but. He was hard, that part that she feared most, was pressing against his cargo pants. Still battling with his own passions, Jake pulled the shirt he'd put on, off over his head. Then unfastened his pants. He needed to take them off, but he didn't wish to turn her off. He didn't want her thinking he was just going to toss her down and plunge into her.

  "Your top…take it off."

  "Jake?" She whimpered.

  "Take it off."

  Vivian swallowed her fear. While she was definitely turned on by him, he was all man. She'd held him off and held him off, and now…she knew he was fighting for control. Closing her eyes, she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up and off of her. She was, completely naked before him. Her perfect breasts jiggling before him.

  Jake salivated, licking his chops, he blew out slow. Completely naked, as she was before him, he wanted to drop to his knees before her. Bodies like hers, were unreal. Figments of man's imagination. Yet, there she stood, gloriously naked. Dark, vibrant, lovely. Breasts not quite small, but not overly large either. Her nipples, were even darker, and hard as could be. Jake licked his lips again. Feeling self-conscience, Vivian went to cover herself.

  "No…don't…I just—give me a minute to look at you." He blew out again, "Jesus Christ…look at you - look at you." His heart was beating like crazy.

  Vivian had never felt what he was making her feel before. She was standing naked, in his sister's kitchen. Shivering, yet…not cold. He finally moved slowly towards her. His large, white, calloused hand; one of the hands that she loved, reached out to her breast and covered it. Palmed it, looking up from it to Vivian. She whimpered, her head fell back, as he squeezed, massaged it, his thumb moving over the distended nipple, so sensitive to his touch. Next thing she knew, he was there with his mouth, covering it. His tongue flickering at her nipple, laving it, teasing it.

  Vivian couldn't just stand there. "Jake?"

  He continued on, and then sucked on it. Pulling it into his mouth and letting it go to bounce back, harder than ever. He sucked it in again, his tongue moving back and forth across it as if he found great joy in just that.

  "Jake!" She cried, almost a squeal.

  He acted as if he didn't hear her, going from the one breast to the other, doing the same - as if feeding on them, as if each suck and release, emitted some
thing he needed for himself. Vivian felt weak, her body was suffering from a pinging - tingling sensation that was rising, agitating her, she needed something to hold onto, she was jumpy, trembling, she reached for his head, holding him to her. Her breathing was becoming labored already. His hands were now holding her still, each clamped around her small rib cage, pulling her slender body up closer to his mouth as he dined on her breasts, his thumbs pressing the mounds higher as he practically tried to get their entirety into his mouth. His tongue covering every inch of them. Jake suddenly let her go, and stood back. Breathing hard, he needed to get control of himself, he had to get out of his pants, he opened them wider and taking his underwear along with them, pushed them down and stepped free of them, and slowly stood.

  Vivian though she would hyperventilate if not faint.

  He was enormous, as far as she was concerned.

  "Jake? Oh, my God…don't hurt me." She meant it, he was too big.

  "Shhh, I won't…I won't. Come here, come on, let's move this to our room." He reached for her hand, pulling her along with him. Vivian was afraid she wasn't ready yet. She'd thought they'd go back to Chicago. She had planned to ready herself then. She'd thought to get her senses and fears under control, and put on him what she knew she could do. But the moment he bared that part of him, she grew chicken. Of course, that was all going on in her head, because down below, between her thighs, an all together different message was being sent out. She was throbbing, swollen and wet. Ready to try and take him in, her tunnel was fully lubricated. She was already ultra sensitive, and hungering for his touch.

  In the bedroom, he pulled her in and closed the door.

  Turning to her, he pulled her back to him, and started kissing her again. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and his erection stood thick and powerful between them. Jake took her hand in his, and placed it on him. Vivian couldn't believe his length, how thick he was. She knew, as her mama had said, she had to stick with him, because he most certainly was going to ruin her for anyone else. Her hand ran the length of him from his head, down to the base where he was even thicker, and then to his balls. They, too, were large, heavy, the sack tightened as if braced to keep all the blood in his engorged phallus. He was moving her back towards the bed, and once the back of her knees were against it, he broke the kiss to sit her down on the bed.

  "Ohhh, you don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He moaned, as he went to his knees and parted her legs.

  "Ooooh, Jake…" She trembled.

  "Lay back…let me do this. I told you, I want you. I want all of you. Lay back…relax, baby—just let me take care of you." He parted her thighs even more, and moved in like he couldn't wait. Vivian laid back and right away, her eyes rolled up and back into her head. He had her spread wide, his hand, his fingers parting her nether lips and his tongue, masterful and sure, began licking, flicking and probing her creamed pinkness. He grabbed each of her thighs and pushed them up and wider, so he could get right into her. She didn't understand what it was about the act of doing it, but he loved doing it. He was licking, tasting and going at her like there was something there to find, if he could just crack the code. He wouldn't stop, he wouldn't slack off. He sucked and licked everything. Licked everywhere. Played with her clit so, that he was making her crazy. Using his entire tongue, with hungry gluttony, he ate and devoured her to the point that Vivian couldn't take it.

  "OH, JAKE! SHIT! Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh—OH!" She whimpered and cried, trying to jerk away from him. But he was voracious, his head and mouth pressed tightly against her, tongue moving so that her lower body jerked and flinched. "I CAN'T TAKE IT! JAKE—I CAN'T—Oooh—oh, my God... Jake!" Her head shook as he washed her, leaving no crevice, or opening untasted. Making his tongue stiff and long, he darted it within her tight hole, moving his head, turning it one way and then the other as if drilling. Nothing Vivian could do to stop it. Her hips started bucking and gyrating - she was loosing control of her body, loosing control of reflexes, her nerves were at their highest sensitivity. She couldn't stop the climax that exploded from her, such a power that she scream and thrashed about as if demon possessed.

  It went on and on - because he went on. She wanted to push Jake away, begged him to stop, but he wouldn't let her go. Wouldn't stop the assault on her. Vivian tried to back away, he only pulled her back and kept it up - she was too sensitive, quaking screaming, crying and begging him - he wouldn't stop licking her tender nubbin, he wasn't listening to her, she couldn't catch her breath, he wouldn't let it ease.

  "JA-A-AKE…JA-A-AKE…JA-A-AKE—GO-O-OD, PLEASE! YOU'RE…OH, GOD—YOU'RE KILLING ME!" She screamed, shaking and wanting to get away from him. He finally pulled back from her tender area, pulled back, grabbed her legs, her body and flipped her onto her stomach as she fought just to breathe, he began kissing up the back of her body. Vivian whimpered and mewled, her mind going mad. She wasn't used to this. She'd never been done this way before. Her only experience had been with Laek Chan and he was nothing like this. Jake was all over her. Kissing her everywhere. Touching her everywhere.

  "Please, Jake…please…" She begged for mercy. He was kissing her rear, his mouth all over her ass, literally kissing her ass as if fulfilling a fantasy of it, covering every inch of her two delicious mounds, until he was ready to move, and then up her back, he went. She could feel his heavy erection laying in the crack of her cheeks, and she shivered, wondering if he was going to push it into her now. She was already weak, already out of energy. Yet, he hadn't even entered her body yet. Vivian whimpered as she lay limp, feeling his lips on her spine, moving up to the back of her neck. Contact was broken, as he lifted away to turn her over and went for her mouth, his tongue going in and kissing her as his hand moved over the surface of her skin. Rubbing and squeezing her beautiful breasts.

  Vivian could taste herself on his tongue, she wasn't sure she cared for that, but was unable to fight him.

  He was breathing hard when he broke the kiss to ask, "Ready to go again?"

  Her eyes grew wide, not sure of what he meant, she couldn't speak, she could only shake her head no. He smiled like a devil, nodding yes and went back down her body again. She tried to flip over and rush off the bed. He only grabbed her legs and pulled her back to him, opening her thighs and lifted her bottom up to his mouth. His tongue went straight to her sensitive clit. Vivian gripped the covers of the bed, shaking her head, crying out as he held her to his mouth again, working that part of her body that was filled with shards of electrodes. All the nerve endings were right on the surface and Vivian screamed, "JAKE! OH, MY GO-O-OD!!!" He moved against her, loving her, tasting her, forcing her to take what he was doing to her. Sexually dominating her - using that part of her body that could take only so much attention, and before he was done, it would know him - because he was branding her - claiming her - forcing it and her to know - that she belonged to him - if it meant eating her to death. Vivian was in tears, crying out over and over as he forced her body to explode again, a climax that wouldn't let go. She thought she would lose her mind, she couldn't breathe as wave after wave coursed through her system, gripping her nether region that tingled in a shocking frenzy so out of control, she couldn't get control of it. She could only jerk and moan, unable to stop herself from cuming long and hard, noises coming from her akin to an epileptic fit. Jake laid her back to the bed, and then rolled her to her back.

  "Breathe, take a deep breath, 'cause I'm not done yet." He promised leaning over her, watching the perspiration glisten over her dark young body.

  Vivian shook her head, "Nooo, no more…please—no more." She whined pitifully.

  "Oh, yeah, don't make me stop now. Don't make me stop." He begged, leaning up to climb on top of her. "I'll be careful, I'll ease in nice and slow." he promised.

  Vivian looked up at him, tears were in her eyes, he was too much for her. She could tell already. He was leaning to the left of her, propped up on one elbow, that hand in her hair, stroking it back from her forehead, his o
ther was spreading her thighs again. "You gonna let me? Hm? Please…let me?" He asked, he had his extended length in hand, touching her, the dull head teasing at her entry. He was in love with her. If she said no, he would have to stop, but he didn't want to stop. Vivian pulled her bottom lip in, she was weak. But she couldn't stop him. She was in love with him, no matter how drained she was, she had to let him go on. He leaned down and kissed her nose. He smelled of sex, of her sex. He kissed her lips, as his hips began a slow moving, getting himself lined up to push into her tightness. "Vivian…baby, come on—you gonna let me in? Hm, you're gonna let me in?" He asked, kissing around her mouth. Vivian turned her face into his shoulder, and nodded for him to go on. He supported his length as pushed forward; she was wet and ready, even so, she was tight and wonderful. His head was already giving off sensations of pleasure from her snug heat. Watching the look on her face, he was not disappointed as she turned and looked up at him with wide eyes of surprise.

  "Does that feel good? Hm? I know it does to me, ah you feel so good against my dick, ah yeah." He groaned, gnashing his teeth as he pushed deeper.

  "Em…oh!" Vivian gasped, looking up into his eyes as he stared down at her, moving his hips in a circular motion, and each rotation he went deeper - pushing her wider.

  "You feel…so goddamn good around my—ohhh, Vivian, draw it in, baby…you can take it."

  Vivian closed her eyes, he was stretching her, filling her and it felt wonderful. If she died and went to hell—she'd stay there and burn, as long as he could get through with her first, as long as he kept doing what he was doing to her. "Halfway in now, baby, can I keep going?" He asked, moaning with each move. In a dreamy high, her eyes opened back up slowly to look at him, she knew he was feeling good. His eyes, said it felt good. The contorted look on his face, the grinding of his teeth, said it was feeling good, he was in heaven and so was she. Watching him alone, feeling his body moving the way it was on top of her, felt so good. Her hands began to move, touching him. Her head turned, kissing the skin of his arm, she lifted her head, neck, shoulders up off the bed to kiss his neck, to suck and move with him. He moaned. She gasped, leaning her forehead against his throat, bracing herself up against him as he moved deeper still. He was starting to make slight withdrawal and re-entry moves now, even though he wasn't all the way in. He wanted to bring her pleasure again before he attempted to go all the way. Suddenly, he realized something, he wasn't using a condom and if she wasn't on the pill…to hell with it, he was too far gone now to worry about it. She was starting to get into it. Touching him, her hand stroking over his ass that was moving up and down, pushing his length in and out, and then around. She was kissing his skin, her tongue tasting him; sucking him, she was making her mark on him, he smiled. Then chuckled, "What you doing, lil' girl?" He asked, still rocking against her, glorying in the sensation of her squeezing around him, sucking him gradually in from below, as she was sucking on the lower part of his neck.