With the build up of holding it in, and the sexiness of his voice made for a powerful climax. I had to lay back to catch my breath and calm the trembling in my legs. Jaylin rested his sweat filled head on my heaving stomach, and as we both took deep breaths, I wondered what was going to come next. Thinking of what he’d done to me in the restaurant, I knew he had a wild imagination.
As he straightened my dress and buttoned his pants, he looked at me. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” I quickly said. I couldn’t wait to get home to take a shower. “Can I have my panties back?”
“No, these belong to me now.” He smiled and tucked them into his pocket. “These sexy purple panties will be something I will always remember you by.”
I shrugged, guessing that there was a first time for everything. I never had a man want to keep my panties as a personal trophy, but Jay Baby could have them.
The moment we stepped into my house, I knew this time around I wanted to be the aggressor. First things first—a shower. I left Jaylin to use the guest bathroom, and then I went into my bedroom to make sure nothing was out of place before showering. I turned on some warm water for my shower and got two towels out of the cabinet. Using my favorite body gel, White Citrus, I began to wash my curvaceous body. Imagining water running down Jaylin’s fine ass made me hurry. I dried off, moistening myself with lotion and perfumed White Citrus products. As I started to put on some sexy red panties, I tossed them aside, changing my mind and figuring that they would come off any way. Instead, I put on a red sheer negligee and it felt good rubbing against my nipples. I wondered what Jaylin had been doing all the time I had been in the shower, and it was now time for me to go see.
Dressed in nothing but his pants, Jaylin had been roaming the living room, hopefully waiting to continue our fuck fest. He picked up a picture of my son, while looking at my multiple awards and degrees. Without noticing me standing there, he finally put the picture back down. I assumed he would question me about it later.
He slightly turned his head, and from the corner of his eye he saw me exit the bedroom. Still, he continued his exploration of my home.
“I can tell you love the color purple,” he said. Besides my panties, nearly everything in my home was a shade of it.
“Yes I do,” I said smiling. Since he was looking at everything so intently, I wondered what he was searching for.
Seeing the large amount of crystal dolphin figurines in varied shapes and sizes, he queried, “Why dolphins?”
“I like them because they seem to be such a gentle creature. I fell in love with them as a kid.”
Jaylin nodded and kept looking. The artwork in my house was very extensive. There were paintings, etchings, and sculptures all with an African-American theme. He seemed surprised that I had classical music, along with Luther Vandross, Teena Marie, Kindred, Jill Scott, Jay-Z, and Ludacris. He looked through my CD’s then decided to play some Teddy P.
I walked further into the room and stood next to him. “I haven’t been a proper hostess. Would you like something to drink? I have wine, juice or ice water.”
“Sure. I would love a glass of wine.”
I sauntered towards the kitchen, knowing that Jaylin had his eyes on my backside. I considered myself to be a fine woman, and from my long curly tresses, my arched eyebrows, my plump chocolate breasts with nipples protruding like the chocolate kisses candy…to my kissable lips, I knew I had it going on. I was a petite woman, packed with one hell of a punch. I poured Jaylin’s wine, and then returned to join him in the living room.
“How far do you want to take this,” I asked, handing him his glass of wine.
He sipped from the glass and shrugged. “As far as you want to.”
“I guess I need to be little more specific. The bed, the floor, the desk or table? Toys, handcuffs, or rope? You name it, I probably have it.”
Jaylin rubbed his chin and blushed. “I’m going to let you decide. Do whatever you wish—I’m all yours.” He sat his glass on a table, waiting for me to make the next move.
I stepped forward and placed my mouth on his neck, sucking it like it was my favorite dessert. Leaving a passion mark there, I gravitated to his chest. There I sucked and bit his nipples. They were very sensitive, and I could tell he liked my touch from the way he grabbed my hair. As I looked into his passionate gray eyes, I felt the zing of his desire. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, I stuck my hands in and pushed his underwear and pants down in one swoop. Moving downward, I stuck my tongue in his navel to get a taste of the caramel flavor I was looking at. The more I touched and licked, the harder he pulled on my hair.
I pushed him away as he attempted to grab me. In my house, I was in charge here. I was already on my knees, drawing my hands up his long muscular legs. The soft feathery hair on them felt nice against my hands. His dick began to swell as I drew my lips near. I placed my tongue on the tip of it, ready to taste his cum. My tongue turned circles on his head, and it wasn’t long before I had a mouth full. I could feel the tip near the edge of my throat. I had to open wide to accommodate his generously proportioned cock. I started sucking as if it was a Big Stick Popsicle in my mouth, and the harder I sucked, the tighter his grip got on my hair.
“That’s it right there, baby. Mmmmmm,” he repeated, multiple times. I went to work on him like a professional, and I could feel his dick pulsating. His legs got weak, but I kept at it. “Daaaamn, here I cum!” he strained. I had to quickly decide whether to swallow or to hold his cum in my mouth. Ultimately, that was decided for me as he let out a load. Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!
I licked my wet lips and stood to my feet. My arms rested on his shoulders. “How did you like that?” I asked.
“All I can say is you got skills. You damn sure know how to work that tongue,” he said, breathlessly.
“No doubt.”
Before I knew it, Jaylin lifted me to his waist. He snatched off my lingerie, and put his dick in me. I gasped at the suddenness of his impact. In that moment, I realized how strong he was. With my legs wrapped around him, and as “Promise” by Ciara played in the background, I moved with the rhythm of the song. The sexiness of the song increased the sexual ambiance. I could only think how many times a person could cum before the body says, “No more!”
In and out, he glided his hard muscle. As the friction increased, Jaylin bit and sucked my nipples. He gave each one a turn, and I knew my nipples were going to be sore from all the action they were getting. The feeling of his tongue whirling around them was causing flashes of fire in my pussy. I held on tight to his neck, trying to stay calm as his monster kept working my coochie over. I felt another orgasm stirring, so I started sucking on his tongue. The closer the orgasm got, the harder I sucked. With so much sucking and pumping going on at once, I became lightheaded. I took a moment to regroup and leaned my head against his handsome face. The stubble from his trimmed beard and goatee was a sensory turn on.
While I had stopped moving, Jaylin hadn’t. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, bouncing my body hard against his. With each thrust, my pussy widened. Once again, I was defeated. “I’m cumming, again,” I whispered with my eyes shut tightly.
“Go ahead, baby,” he ordered.
I tightened my fist, wanting so badly to pound at his buffed chest. “I have never come this much before in my life!”
Jaylin’s dick was like a genie that gave away wishes of a perfect fuck! He lowered my legs then bent me over the arm of the couch. My legs were straddled far apart, and he leaned over me while kissing the back of my neck. His lips pecked down my spine and the feelings was so tantalizing. Nearing the small of my back, I assumed he was going to flip me over to fuck. But I was wrong. He started kissing places where the sun wasn’t allowed to shine. Wow was the only word I could come up with to describe my experience with Jaylin. Something told me I was in deep trouble, and that he’d introduce me to many more experiences tonight. He told me he was going to kiss my beautiful ass, but I didn’t th
ink he meant that literally. Feeling the tremors from his moans caused my fluids to stir up once again as he licked, kissed, and bit my ass as if it was a favorite dessert.
What Jaylin had been doing to me felt first-class, but it could not take the place of what his nine could do. Feeling him smack it against my ass, I wondered what he was about to do. I lifted my head to look in the mirror that was on a wall in front of us. Watching him carefully, he positioned my cheeks in the right position for him to enter me from behind. He could see the shocked expression on my face, and when I gasped he smiled. “Are you comfortable in this position?”
My first instinct was to say “hell no”, only because I liked being in the dominate position and this was a submissive one. But as my body began to accommodate this position, I went with the flow. “Yes, baby, we can try this position. I am willing to try anything once.”
The mirror seemed to intensify the desire reverberating from his eyes. “That’s good to know because there is one more thing I want to try after this.”
What Jay Baby wants, he gets. Like I said, I was down with whatever. Still, in the current position, I felt stuffed. Maybe that was because he was able to push more of himself in me. Seeing him standing in back of me through the mirror was a feast for my ego. Who would have thought this fine ass man would want to dick me down like he had been doing for the past hour. Hmm, my pussy must be extraordinary, I thought. It took a pro to toughen up and deal with this kind of beating and I was ready to pat myself on the back. We had been experiencing orgasms, after orgasms…and couldn’t seem to get enough.
As music continued to play in the background, Jaylin proceeded to nudge his hips to gain a better position for his device. That wasn’t easy to do being as wet as I was. Leaning into me and placing his arms on each side of me gave him more stability. I moaned out loudly as he hit his designated mark. I clenched my toes to control the sensual sensation that was beginning to vibrate through my body. I grabbed the couch pillow to cover the scream that I knew was about to erupt.
“Don’t silence yourself,” Jaylin said huskily and thrusting faster into my pussy. “I like hearing you scream. It makes the mood more pleasurable. Scream as long and loud as you want.”
This time, I held back, but I was going to have couch burns if this position went on any longer. He must have read my mind because the next thing he did was pull out of me. Not for long, though, and as we repositioned ourselves on the couch, he entered me from the back again. I gripped the couch, and as I screamed his name, I wondered if my neighbors could hear? I kept looking at us in the mirror, and with his hand navigating upward towards my breasts I wondered how much I was going to want him again after tonight. He was the best sexual partner I’d ever had. Usually, with my sexual partners it was a wham, bam thank-you-ma’am deal. With Jaylin, it was the appetizer, the meal, the dessert, and the after dinner coffee. It was addicting, and the next man was going to have a hard time satisfying me.
Once Jaylin got his, I called for a time-out. A something . . . I needed time to catch my breath and gain some sensation back into my legs. I was actually weak from the ongoing sex session, so I lay back on the couch. Jaylin walked away, so I assumed he went to clean himself up. I heard bath water running and contemplated on putting in another CD, but I couldn’t move. My eyes faded, and I must have fallen asleep. What seemed like minutes later, I was being carried in his arms.
“Where are you taking me,” I asked, securing my arms around his neck.
“I concocted a bubble bath for us.”
I was pleased to hear that. We went through my bedroom to enter my bathroom, and I couldn’t help but notice the ambiance of the room. Jaylin had turned down the covers on the bed, lit some lavender scented candles, turned on some soft music, and found my stash of handcuffs. Looking at those I wondered what he was planning. Just the thought of what it might be had my pussy turning flips.
“I see you’ve been busy,” I said.
“Yes, I have, but before we get busy again, I think you need to relax in some warm water.”
We sat in the water and Jaylin positioned me on his lap. I lay back on his chest and snuggling against him felt wonderful. The warm water and bubbles, the lavender scent, and the soft music were relaxing.
“What I know about you, I only know from Facebook. We didn’t talk much at the restaurant, or at your place. How about telling me something very few people know about you,” he inquired.
I sighed and clinched my hands together with his. “Well, when I was younger, I had a chance to sing professionally but I chickened out. I knew if my mother ever found out that I had auditioned for something like that she would have flipped out. Back then, I cared about what she thought.”
“What about now?”
“Now, I intend to do me. Someday I will bring my dreams alive and I hope it will be soon. What about you? What did you want to be growing up?”
“Hmmm. When I was younger, all I wanted to do was make money. I wanted to have my own business and make as much money as I could. If you hang on to your dreams, trust me, all things are possible.”
“I couldn’t agree more. Now, you know my favorite color is purple, right? What’s yours?”
“I don’t have a favorite color specifically. My mood decides what color I wear for the day. Today, I wanted to match my eye color so I wore grey.”
“Honestly, if you ask me, you would look good in any color.”
He blushed and rubbed up and down on my arms. “Thanks, baby. I’m sure you would, too.”
His compliment made me smile, and as we listened to soothing music over the radio, I asked him his favorite kind. “I noticed you have an eclectic range of music styles on your book case,” he noted. “But I would say my music taste varies. I love jazz when I want to relax, and I listen to Hip Hop when cleaning or driving long distances. Usually, I listen to soft sexy music when a sexual encounter is taking place, as it sets that damn mood.”
I squeezed his hand, feeling so comfortable in between his legs. “Why me, Jaylin? Why did you decide to meet with me?”
He jerked his head back. “Why you what?”
“I mean, I would think you would have preferred to have this extravagant rendezvous with someone else.”
“Why would you say that? And, why not you is the question?”
“Because I didn’t think you’d be attracted to me. When I think about your ideal woman, a beautiful, classy, tall and slim woman comes to mind. As you can see, that’s clearly not me.”
“Whatever, but you should always be satisfied with who you are. I am very satisfied and I’m damn sure attracted to you. When I saw you walking down the street to greet me, you had me hooked with that beautiful face and figure. I knew this would lead to something special, and as fine as you are, you should never worry about a man’s preference.”
I snickered, knowing Jaylin was right. “You do wonders for a woman’s ego.”
“Yes, I know, but I also speak the truth.”
“You’re also very bold and extremely confident.”
He rubbed his goatee. “Am I?”
“Yes, you are that and then some. I don’t think bold is the right adjective to describe you and let’s just say that you definitely know how to put it out there.”
“I would say so, too, but what other adjective would you use?”
I laughed, trying to come up with something. “Sensual. Sensational. Sexy.”
“That’s three adjectives,” he laughed.
“You didn’t ask for one, so I gave you three.”
“Then sum it up, baby. One word and one word only.”
Feeling his dick swell, I reached my hand in the water to touch it. “Stiff,” I said.
“Stiff?”
“Yes. Meaning, your dick is as stiff as a rod.”
“Are you sure?” he said with a smile.
“Yes, I’m positive. Since my sitting on your lap is arousing you, I think I’m going to wash myself and get out so you can calm down.”
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br /> “Your choice, but you gotta let me wash you up first.”
I gave Jaylin a soapy sponge and allowed him to wash me. I thought about the different positions we had tried today. This sexual rollercoaster ride made me wonder when I would be ready to get off and throw in the towel. Though Jaylin seemed to be able to go on and on, due to his incredible stamina, I didn’t think I could fuck all night long.
After stepping out of the tub, Jaylin dried both of us before picking me up and carrying me to the bed. While lying beside me, I thought he was ready to go another round. Instead, he turned to me and propped his head up with his hand. “Close your eyes and get some rest. Your body is going to need it, and for the record, I’m not done with you yet.” The last thought in my mind, before I closed my eyes, was what could Jaylin come up with better than what he had already presented?
A while later, I had my answer. I slowly cracked my eyes, feeling feathery licks against my feet. Attempting to move my arms, I realized I couldn’t. That brought me full wakefulness. My eyes popped open and I called Jaylin’s name. He responded with a soft “yes” but I couldn’t see him.
I moved my head from side to side, looking at the cuffs. “Umm, I’m not sure if I feel comfortable with being handcuffed. I like to be able to move freely.”
“Why do you have handcuffs then?” he said, kneeling between my legs so I could see him. “I was curious and I assumed this was something you were used to.”
“You seem to be curious about a lot of things. Now, are you going to un-cuff me?”
“No,” he said without hesitation. “I like having you like this. Besides, I’m ready for you to start screaming my name again. It’s like music to my ears.”
Saying nothing else, I watched as he moved to the edge of the bed. I never knew I would like having my toes sucked before Jaylin did it. It started with a massage of my feet. When he was finished with that, he tongued each of my toes. That was foreplay to the ultimate event. He started sucking my baby toe first, saving my big toe for last. As with everything, it seemed, he gave it his all. By the time he got to my big toes, I was ready and willing to do whatever to satisfy the roaring fire that was building in me. This man was a god with that mouth of his. I couldn’t wait to have it on my pussy. His tongue, lips and teeth action were to die for.
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