by Taylor Berke
“Baby? Where is your bedroom?”
Zeus and Madison were hovering around them in circles, trying to figure out what he had just done to their mistress. They weren’t whimpering, just trying to assess the situation.
Jackson took one hand and petted both on their heads to momentarily give them comfort.
She seemed to be so overcome by the electrifying pleasure they just had, it was as though she was having trouble formulating a thought. Jackson smiled to himself.
He barely heard her whispered answer. “Upstairs, Jackson.”
He took the stairs two at a time while cradling her against his rock-hard body. He felt bemused as he realized that he was still hard as a rock inside of her, their rough initial mating doing little to quench his desire for her. At her bedroom door, he hesitated as he found the light.
Her bedroom was quite a surprise to Jackson. It looked like it was designed for pleasure and he told her so. He looked at her sideways, wondering if she had designed it with that hope in mind. There was an antique Elizabethan carved canopy bed with a sumptuous deep-red and gold silken bedspread on it. The additional pieces of furniture, dressers, night tables, and lounge, matched the carved scrollwork of the bed.
She looked sheepish as they took in the deep-rose-colored walls and silky draperies covering the windows. “Perhaps I had something in mind but never did I imagine in all of my planning that it would feel like that, Jackson. That was indescribable. You were beyond my wildest dreams.”
At her mention of their downstairs activities, he was immediately concerned. “Baby, did I hurt you?” he asked, looking for some sign that he was too rough with her.
“If you did anything, Jackson, it was a mark of the incredible pleasure you just gave me. Is it always like that for you?” she shyly questioned. He felt completely sated and couldn’t help but grin with masculine arrogance over her obvious extreme satisfaction.
“No, baby. I have never felt like that. You brought me to my knees,” he murmured, realizing the truth to his words. It had never felt like that before. “Now, I want to look at you. We are going to take this slowly as we waited too long to do this. I am going to worship this body all night, darlin’.”
Jackson gently placed her lying across the huge bed. To him she looked like a very satisfied, sensual goddess with her long, gorgeous hair spread around her. He took in her torn silk shirt where her white, lacey bra was displaying her succulent breasts for his gaze. He laid himself down next to her and ran his hand gently to the side of her face. He felt her eagerly meet his kiss, which brushed across her lips in a loving caress. She was even more amazing than he thought she would be. He felt like a starving man at a feast and feared that he would never get enough of her.
Billie wanted to deepen the kiss, but Jackson continued to love her by sliding his lips along her jawline to her ear.
Jackson lightly traced the shell of her ear, causing her to shiver in delight and then moan as he sucked on her neck right below it.
Her hand started to wander over his chest, delighting in the hard planes around his pectorals. She slipped button after button free while slowly unwrapping her gift. His skin was still lightly bronzed after a summer of exposure with a light mat of soft curls. He was all man and she couldn’t believe she was here, touching him.
Wanting to explore more, Billie eased herself up and smiled sensually at Jackson who lay patiently beside her. Never taking her lightly hooded gaze from his, she undid the last two buttons of her own ripped top and pulled it away. Billie felt empowered as she saw the darkening of his eyes as she slipped over him to straddle his waist. His erection pulsed up against her naked nether lips that were still moist and swollen. As Jackson reach his hands up to plump her breasts into his hands, she closed her eyes and moaned again. She loved his touch and wanted him to know it.
Jackson knew he would never forget how she looked at this moment. Her eyes were closed as he observed that her lacey straps were slipping down her arms from him massaging her breasts. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, erotically showing him her bare, weeping pussy; and the thigh-high stockings displayed with her feet still encased in her four-inch heels. She was a delectable woman and he planned on feasting. Jackson reached around and unclasped her bra, throwing it somewhere across the room. He sat up and took one breast in his hand as he leaned forward to lightly kiss her nipple. The strawberry-red button puckered at his light touch, indicating her delight. She had tilted her head slightly as he began to kiss and taste her breast with gentle nips on her skin. Without warning, he suddenly latched his mouth around her breast, suckling her nipple into his wet mouth.
“Jackson, mmm. I have never felt like this,” Billie managed to get out. Jackson merely hummed in response, squeezing one cheek of her ass while sucking her nipple to tight exquisiteness. Jackson had a feeling there was intense pleasure every time he nipped and sucked at her body. He switched breasts to worship the other.
“How did you keep these beauties from me, Billie? Now that they are mine, I promise you will have a permanent blush on you face, because I am going to either be thinking, looking, or touching them every chance I get. Tomorrow is Sunday dinner, prepare yourself.”
With halfhearted indignation, she exclaimed, “You wouldn’t!”
A devilish smile was all she received in return as he suddenly flipped them over and started grinding his pelvis into hers. He could feel her cream soaking through his jeans and decided it was time to find something new to explore. He stood by the side of the bed, ready to remove his pants when he felt her fingers.
“Please let me. I waited so long to see what I had been imagining.” His button still undone from his hasty redress, she pulled his zipper down slowly. Using her fingertips, she ran them over the thick head of his cock and squeezed him through his boxers. He was so big that the bulbous, burgundy head now peaked from the top of the waistband, tempting her. She leaned and lightly ran her tongue over him, eliciting a light hiss from Jackson. Emboldened by his pleasure, she pulled his erection out and gently laid kisses up and down each side. She wrapped her hand around it, as though afraid to let it go, and made him step from his pants, boxers, and boots. Sliding off the bed, she sank to her knees and licked her lips, extracting another groan of encouragement from her cowboy. With a salacious intent, she sucked him into the warm cavern of her mouth. She ran her tongue around and around the bulging head of him, tasting a tangy mixture of herself and his cum. She was shocked as it caused her own pulse to her pussy and a flood of new arousal. She squeezed her thighs together while sucking him into her mouth over and over again. Her need began to rise as he grew even thicker as she sucked him in so far that he bumped the back of her throat. Using her discarded silk shirt, she cupped his sack and began rubbing it with the silken material.
Jackson almost lost it right there as he felt the squeezing pressure and rub of the soft silk. She was a witch tempting him to tie her to his bed and never let her go. He reached down and decided that he had let her have control for long enough. He threaded his fingers in her auburn tresses and started to pump into her hot, wet mouth. It felt like the pleasure was shooting everywhere in his body as he watched her breasts bounce with his thrusting. She looked like she was in a heavenly place, clutching one hand to his ass and the other rubbing his sack.
“Baby, lean away quickly,” he panted out. She simply looked up at him and squeezed his sack hard.
“No, I waited forever to taste you. Let me.”
With her confession, Jackson pumped harder into her mouth, clutching her hair, relishing his control over her movements. Blinding pleasure exploded across his body as he felt his cock blast out his release.
Jackson felt as jettisons of his cum splashed down her throat as she swallowed on him several times, much to his intense pleasure. He watched as she licked him clean and then shyly looked up at him again, as though pleased that she could put that expression of bliss on his face. Jackson unthreaded his hands from her hair and helped her to her fe
et.
“You are the most amazing woman, Billie. Now let me have my turn to pleasure your body. I want to taste every inch of you.” His voice was rough from his orgasm.
He pulled her against his naked body and just held her for the moment, relishing the feel of her bare breasts pressed against his skin. Her perfume wafted up and teased his senses yet again into life. When was the last time he had been able to get aroused like this, over and over again? He smiled to himself. Probably never. He ran his hands down to the back of her skirt and unzipped it. She felt it slide down to the floor as he stepped away to admire her clad only in her thigh highs and heels. He wore an expression mixed with blatant possession and obvious pleasure.
Cocking his head to the side as he towered over her, he asked, “Um, have you been wearing stuff like this under your clothes every day you go to work, baby?”
Billie thought momentarily about lying to him but instead told him the truth. It was her secret pleasure and it made her feel very sensual. She almost could almost forget the reason she loved it so much because it had to do with the way Jackson was looking at her. Her husband had never looked at her like a treat to be savored. They had sex because he wanted release, not to enjoy each other or explore their physical connection. The lingerie made her feel like a sensual woman who could be desired. As Jackson leveled a very heated gaze into her eyes, she couldn’t doubt that he wanted her, a lot.
“Well, then,” he teased. “I see that I am going to have to keep an eye on your patient load and who gets to have an examination from my girl. I hope that these treats are for me alone now, baby.”
“I almost died from sexual frustration waiting for you to come and get me, cowboy. You are going to have to suffer knowing that I may or may not be wearing unmentionables under my clothes at the office. You will have to just come into town and check it out every day!” she said with a smile in her voice.
“I just may do that, baby,” he growled out. “You better wear a damned lab coat. I know Adam Taggart has excellent vision and he had better not know whether you are wearing silk or lace.” With that he sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt. He slowly eased the stockings down her thighs followed by the stroke of his tongue. He gently took off her heels and placed her legs over his shoulders.
“Now I get to find out if you taste as good as you look, baby.”
He kept his kisses featherlight as they roamed on the inside of her ankle, sucking softly on the skin of her calves to the back of her knees. She felt more decadent than she ever had in her life as he tasted and lapped her up with his tongue. She allowed him to part her thighs all the way, exposing her pussy completely to his gaze.
“You are exquisite, baby.” He used one roughened finger to run over her swollen lips, which made her juices start running down toward her puckered rosette. She felt his hot breath just the second before he used his tongue to part her folds. She arched her back uncontrollably as a whimper escaped her mouth. Over and over again he tasted her with such obvious pleasure as he was lapping up the cream as it flowed from her.
His mind shouted in ownership as he feasted on her. He felt her quiver as he sucked on her mound while he gently inserted two fingers into her channel. She was so hot and slick with her arousal, it made him feel powerful and drunk at the same time. This woman affected him so intimately, so personally, unlike any feeling he had ever known. He placed his lips directly over her clit and sucked hard. He heard her wail as he pumped his fingers faster and deeper, curling them over her G-spot. With a shudder and a scream, she came so suddenly and with such obvious raw pleasure that he almost followed her over the edge, it was so erotic.
Thought became impossible for Billie as her entire pussy wouldn’t stop spasming in delight as her orgasm rolled over and over her. Spots danced in front of her eyes as she felt faint. So overwhelmed by her pleasure, the only thing she was aware of was him, her lover. Her cowboy lover. She heard her heart thumping wildly. No one had ever made her feel like this, no one. She had wanted her husband to love her and make her feel like this, but now inwardly chuckled with the knowledge that it wouldn’t have made any difference. She sadly had never felt like this for her husband. She was falling for Jackson. Perhaps already fell.
She was pulled from her feelings by the sensation of the bed dipping as a huge, hulking wall of man slowly fondled and kissed his way up from her pussy. She felt him pause at her breasts, kissing each of them almost reverently. Without warning, sharp pain and pleasure mixed as he bit down on the buds. He held them both, each in a palm of one of his hands. He pushed both together and put his face into the center while licking his tongue over the insides of the mounds. Jackson started to suck so hard, she was sure he was leaving hickeys. She wanted to say something, but the pleasure that he reignited in her was bursting into flames at his actions.
“Jackson, babe, are you marking your territory?” She giggled, glancing down at the fierce expression that she saw across his handsome features.
He paused in his suckling to answer her pointedly. “And if I was?”
With a gentle smile on her face, she said, “I am so crazy about you, sir, to be honest, I really wouldn’t mind if you branded my body right now.” She looked away shyly, unsure of how would he take her honesty.
She wasn’t expecting his reaction. Jackson suddenly surged up her body and while leaning up on his arms, speared his cock swiftly into her dripping pussy with one thrust. Billie caught her breath as she was overcome with the sensation of being so filled and tight. She fit him like a glove. His cock felt like a long, hot iron that was melting not only her sex but her heart.
He could feel himself falling under her spell. As he slowly began to plunge in and out of her body, he held her gaze. Her beauty, intelligence, and charisma wrapped around her like a protective shell, hiding her erotic shelf. He felt like he could thrust for hours in and out of her wet pussy, drowning in the sensation. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips, still gazing deeply into her eyes. He felt and saw her breathing hitch as she shivered again from the sensations that their slow lovemaking was causing. Lovemaking. He always fucked women, but with Billie, this was something different, something he could get happily lost in. She felt amazing to him and he hoped he made her feel the same. He ran his lips over her eyelids, which closed as he kissed his way near. He nipped at her earlobes and sucked on the fleshy ends, pausing to rotate his hips and grind into her clit. He slid one hand down to cup one of her ass cheeks and run a finger over her back hole. There was so much cream over her thighs and ass, he easily slid a finger into her tight ass. He felt as she tried to launch herself up from the obvious surprise and pleasure at his brazen exploration.
Just when Jackson thought he had reached the maximum amount of pleasure possible, he felt her clench her inner walls tightly around his cock. With his head thrown back, he began pumping faster into her channel until he saw her eyes meet his again in a stunned expression. His ears rang with her screams of release as she came.
Billie felt herself start to come as he jackhammered into her pussy with a change of pace. Waves and waves of electric jolts ran over her. Just as she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, she felt his cum spray in hot pulses deep against her womb. Another orgasm caught her by surprise as it pummeled her already exhausted senses and body.
“Jackson, Jackson, oh god. Please!” she wailed as her body felt like it was splintering apart. She heard his harsh panting and reveled in the feel of his sweat-covered body mashed into hers as he collapsed into her. She kissed his cheeks and lips many times lightly as she tried to allow her brain to grab ahold of reality.
He pulled her thighs up and pushed her to wrap her legs around his waist, enfolding him into her intimate embrace. He felt like he needed the closest contact possible with her right at that moment.
“I think I have died and gone to heaven,” Jackson muttered out of his mouth that was lying near her ear. “Nope, baby, I am sure that’s where I am. I cannot feel my toes and I don’t care. Th
at was the most incredible thing ever, in my life, period. I am going to tattoo you, mark you, scent you, whatever. After this evening, the only word I have for you is ‘mine.’ Do you get that, baby? Mine.”
She exhaustedly smiled up at his ruggedly handsome features. “Yes, master. I get it. However, I want it really badly, too, so if you think that I am listening to you just because you said it, well, too bad. You are now mine, too. So there! I have never felt this amazing.”
“Baby, you made me feel the same. I may never move off your body because even if I could at this moment, I sure don’t want to. Don’t ruin my impression of controlling the situation. Let me think you are doing what I want for at least a day, okay?” He laughed. She joined in as they ran their hands lightly over each other’s sweaty, satiated bodies. He lifted himself off to the side and lifted her up to the center of her bed.
“I will be right back. Just close your eyes for me darlin’.” Jackson padded off toward what he thought was her bathroom. What he found was a sensual oasis that took his breath away. Her “bathroom” must have been part of the special build descriptions that Phillip and Sam had been talking about. It was an amazing combination of architectural design and sensual grotto specifically designed for invoking a certain mood. The walls were covered in roughed stacked stone, as though it was a subterranean cave with rough cut double sinks and hidden area for the commode. He could feel the radiant heat coming up through the cultured rough cut stone floor. He thought that alone was incredible until he saw the bathing area and his mouth just opened in wonder. She had a real waterfall shower with a continuing theme of the stacked stone to look natural and a tub that looked like it was a tiny pond nestled into the side of a cliff. He stood there speechless for moment. He admired her taste and design sense, something he himself loved and found yet another reason to fall for Billie. He paused at the thought of how much money she must have to have built a bathroom and house like this.
