“At least come look at the view from the back veranda,” Devon persuaded. “It’s really quite special.”
Jenny glanced at her watch. “I guess I can stay a few more minutes.”
When they reached the veranda, Jenny sat on a swinging love seat. Devon, instead of sitting on the chair next to it, positioned himself right beside her. She was surprised by his bold move but said nothing as she gazed out over the water and sipped her drink. She refused to look at Devon, but she could feel his big, warm, manly body next to her as he gently swung the love seat back and forth.
From her vantage point she could see the spot where she had accidentally witnessed Devon emerging from the water. She wondered how nice it must have felt, on such a hot and sticky night, to feel the cooling water cascading over your nude body.
“A lot of people go skinny-dipping in the river,” Devon said with a playful tone in his voice. “Apparently it’s quite popular.”
“Really?” Jenny answered flatly, trying to conceal the fact that she had been thinking about that very subject.
“Yes.”
Jenny stood up, walked to the railing, and said jokingly, “If I didn’t know you better, Mr. North, I’d almost think you were inviting me to go swimming in the nude with you.”
“Obviously I would not suggest such a thing.”
“Obviously.” At that moment she had the tremendous urge to go swimming, to strip naked in front of him. She wanted to. She craved the feeling of being admired and she craved the sensation of causing man lust. She wanted him to look at her bare breasts, her bare ass, her pussy. She wanted to be shameless, uninhibited, and she wanted sex so bad it was driving her to distraction.
Jenny’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I went to the meeting of the historical society this evening and they had quite a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?”
She explained about the furniture in the library and how the architectural society had offered it.
“How much would it cost?” he asked cynically.
“Nothing.”
“What’s the catch?”
“There isn’t any.”
“No one has ever given me anything for free.”
“I gave you the sign,” she said, “and they’re giving you the furniture.”
“Are you sure there are no stipulations?”
“None,” Jenny informed him. “The ladies at the historical society like the work you’ve done and I suspect they’re doing this as much for you as for the historical aspect.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes,” Jenny insisted.
He thought for a moment. “All right. I accept.”
Spontaneously, Jenny touched Devon’s hand but then quickly drew away. They looked at each other and smiled.
“I was thinking you might do something to thank them,” Jenny proposed when he faced her again. “Once the furniture is all in, you could let the ladies stay at the inn one weekend for free. I’m sure they’d be thrilled to see all the furniture back in its rightful home.”
“Can you arrange it?”
“Sure. But all the furniture will have to be in place. You’ll have to do a lot of moving before I can set it up.”
“More moving than you think.”
She raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“In the letter from Mr. Taylor,” Devon said, “the bank is insisting that I decrease my expenses. They want me to be as frugal as possible and they want me to stop paying rent on this house.”
“They want you to leave?”
“That’s what they said. My money is apparently their money, at least in their minds.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I didn’t sign a lease here and I can leave anytime.” He smiled with a special glint in his eyes. “I’m going to make them happy and move to Newbridge soon.”
“Where will you go?”
“The inn, of course.”
“The inn?” Jenny said. “When exactly?”
“Very soon,” he said. “I’ll start bringing up my belongings maybe as soon as tomorrow.”
“How do you feel about leaving here?”
“The question is, how do you feel about it?”
“It’s got nothing to do with me,” she noted.
He looked at her and smiled.
A boat, outlined by lights, glided past them on Bear River. Music filled the air as people laughed and danced on the deck. It seemed like they were having a lot of fun, but Jenny, who had attended countless functions with Ivan, was bored with parties. Being here, alone with Devon, was infinitely more enjoyable. It was quiet, peaceful, intimate. She was acutely aware of herself, of all her senses, and of Devon, the man next to her in this dark solitude. Turning to say something to him, she felt a sharp stab in her back.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned after seeing her wince.
“It’s nothing.”
“Is your back bothering you?”
“A little,” she conceded. “I tweaked a muscle while gardening.”
“You’re in luck.”
“In luck?”
“I’m a skilled masseur.”
“Really?” Jenny said, not knowing if he was telling the truth.
“Oh, yes.”
“And what exactly could you do for me?”
He put his hands on her shoulders. She had not been touched since that disaster with Ivan, but Devon’s hands felt warm and soothing. She could not find it within herself to stop him. Devon slowly and methodically massaged her shoulders, the back of her neck, and her upper arms. Jenny felt like putty in his hands and her whole body relaxed.
A hint of music, wafting from the boat, floated on the air. Jenny closed her eyes and listened to it, but she was so drawn into the touching of her body to his that she could think about nothing but the man who was caressing her. Devon was strong, stronger than any man she had dated in her life. Yet his touch was soft, softer than any man she had ever imagined in her dreams. He rubbed her gently, tenderly. Somehow his hands massaged the depths of her aching and tired muscles, right to the very core of her being. She drifted into intoxicated abandonment. She had always been private and during her whole relationship with Ivan she had only let him touch her the once, when she was so horny she needed sex as badly as a desert needs rain, but still it hadn’t gone anywhere. It was never right. But that was then, this was now.
Suddenly Devon’s lips were touching her ear, his warm breath flowing over her sensitive skin. Then she could feel the heat of his mouth on her neck. She swallowed hard, pulled away from him, and looked into his eyes. She wanted to tell him to stop, fearing she would lose all control, but she couldn’t. The words refused to come.
He leaned forward, his handsome face moving toward her. She decided to push him away, but her arms were made of lead and she could not raise them. He stopped and allowed her a split second to withdraw. She didn’t. She couldn’t. Then his mouth was on hers and she felt the searing heat of the man’s kiss, a kiss that communicated strength, passion, desire. She accepted it, kissing him back and frantically rubbing her mouth over his. They kissed with fire, and their lips went numb in an impassioned union where thought was banished. Jenny clung hard to Devon, pressing her soft, feminine body to his firm, muscular form.
“Please let me taste you,” he pleaded, a light panting in his voice.
She looked him in the eye. “Taste me?”
He nodded. “Please,” he begged. “The hunger is killing me.”
For several seconds Jenny felt like she was on the edge of a precipice. Either she drew back and continued the same sheltered life, or she went down a new, unknown road and opened herself to this man’s raging desire. “Do you like doing that?”
“I love it.”
Jenny paused and electricity surged between them. “Where do you want to do it?” she said in a half whisper, as if afraid of being overheard.
“For real?” he asked, his eye
s flashing with fire. “Please don’t tease me.”
“Let me pick the room,” she said breathlessly, hurrying away as if not even waiting for Devon.
He was behind her in a second, trailing with a smoky look in his eyes.
Jenny walked into the kitchen, then into the living room. It was large and quaint, and even had a fireplace. She walked into a small porch. It was almost totally made out of windows, but probably to prevent the western sun from shining in, all the drapes were closed. There was a divan made of oak, with beautiful red velvet upholstery. Two chairs flanked either end of the room and against the river side of the wall was a long, wide couch with a blanket on it. Jenny immediately realized that Devon had been lying there earlier, probably in the nude.
“We’ll do it here,” she said in a businesslike way, turning to him with a nervous, but eager, look. She waited for him to give her some direction of what he wanted her to do. “Do you want me to pull down my panties?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“Can I do it?” he asked.
Jenny smiled beautifully. “Yes.” She slowly lifted her dress, exposing her smooth, soft legs, and then revealed herself all the way up to her belly button. It gave her a tremendous thrill and she looked away, fearing her heart might stop at any moment. Then she looked at him. “Do you like?”
He knelt in front of her with a drunken look, his eyes drawn to the aqua-blue panties, her heavy bush visible underneath. “You are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said weakly, shaking his head in awe at the wonder before him.
“Pull my panties down, Devon,” she whispered insistently. “I want you to do it.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, sounding like a man before the firing squad who has been granted a reprieve. His eyes literally lit up. “I’ve been thinking of you, wanting to kiss you this way.”
“Do it,” she said, ready, willing, and able.
Devon slipped his big, strong fingers into the waistband of Jenny’s flimsy underwear. He slowly pulled them down as if he was peeling a ripe, luscious fruit. Jenny moaned when they fell below her lips, now pouting, hot, strong of sex scent. She was embarrassed, but in a fascinating, exciting way. He drew his face close and she thrust her hips to meet him, presenting her engorged pussy. She moaned, ready for the moment when the handsome man’s mouth would press against her cunt, licking it, loving it, sucking it.
Suddenly he stood up and Jenny thought the moment was lost, his desire not strong enough to satisfy the hunger she felt. But Devon swept her up into his arms and carried her to the couch, sitting her on the edge of it. He lifted her dress back, exposing her nakedness. He kissed her, then encouraged her to lean back. She did, and she was ready for anything. Devon knelt before her.
“Please,” he pleaded, “spread your wings.”
Jenny’s lower lip quivered. She had never done anything half so bold. At that moment in time there were no inhibitions. She felt as free as a bird and as raunchy as a whore. She partly spread her legs, showing Devon the wet, soft, and hairy mounds of her opening. He gasped with pleasure, his eyes locked. She started to rub her clit, the whole time staring at him, the man possessed.
Devon could not turn away. If a fire truck had pulled into the yard with its siren blaring, Devon could not have turned away. She reached down with her other hand and slightly spread her lips.
“I like it hot,” Jenny said in an innocent voice, reaching down and gently clasping his chin. She kept rubbing herself, but she raised his face to hers. “Do you like it hot?”
“I want to eat you out, honey.”
“Yes,” she said weakly, liking his dirty talk. “Please don’t wait any longer. I need to be kissed.”
She held his head with both hands, wrapping her fingers in his long, wavy hair. With his face only twelve inches from her bush, she spread her legs wide and got a wild look on her face. Devon was beside himself, trying to lean forward so he could start the feast, but she would not let him. She moved her hips in circles, and the eyes of a seductress flamed. She moved forward, pushing the strong-smelling allure right in front of his face, only a few inches from his willing mouth. Jenny could hardly breathe and she felt a tremendous erotic release in her wanton actions. It was as if she was tapping into something beyond understanding, some need too long unfulfilled, and now ready to erupt like a long-dormant volcano.
“Kiss it,” Jenny said, pushing her hot, wet lips against Devon’s face.
He kissed passionately, lapping at it with hunger. Jenny loved the feel of his kisses, and the look of his face between her legs, but she pulled away, driving him insane. Then she thrust forward and his tongue went deep inside her. She liked that and spread her legs wide, rocking back and forth on Devon’s tongue, riding it like a cock.
He was in a delirium of pleasure and was beyond thought or understanding. All he could see was the beautiful woman’s hot cunt, and all he could taste and smell was her delicious pussy.
“Look at me when you do it,” she said, her pretty face contorted with sheer ecstasy at the incredible intimacy of what was happening.
Devon looked up at her and licked her clit, allowing her to watch his tongue swirl in her hairy muff, flicking and bringing her to a state of unimaginable pleasure.
“You do like it,” she said.
He nodded and moaned, but did not stop licking and tasting and sucking.
“It feels so good,” Jenny said, watching him work.
He lifted his mouth for just a second. “I love it,” he mumbled, a look of pure satisfaction on his handsome face. “You taste like honey.” He licked her fast, steadily bringing her toward an intense release. He stopped again, but only long enough to say, “Be bold, Jenny. I like it that way.”
Jenny accepted the invitation and started to rotate her hips, feeding him. He kissed her madly, rubbing her clit with his tongue in a way that felt better than any sex she had ever experienced. Jenny moaned wildly, her eyes flashing, and she started to move faster, rubbing her wet pussy all over his face. It was wild, jungle sex, but rather than be intimidated, Jenny was totally turned on. She felt the pleasure starting to build in an amazing way. It came in waves, each more intense. It was as if she was being lifted higher and higher out of her physical self and drawn to a surreal world that consisted only of pleasure and unshakable trust. Her nipples and clitoris swelled like never before and she seemed to be pushing them both out and away from her body. Then, like a ball in a spinning roulette wheel, something clicked into place and began the final ascent. Her whole body stiffened, her eyes grew wide, she panted rapidly, and then, in a terrific blast, an orgasm for the ages rocked her body. She called out like someone speaking from a dream world and convulsed mightily as the large, powerful man continued to hypnotically kiss her. The orgasm was much more intense than any in her life, and it lasted much, much longer. When it finally subsided, she fell in a heap, her body covered in a thin film of sweat. Jenny accepted the invitation and put both her hands on his head. She started to rotate her hips, feeding him. He kissed her madly, rubbing her clit with his tongue in a way that felt better than any sex she had ever experienced. Devon was groaning without even realizing it, and her nectar was like life-giving water to a man dying of thirst. He slid his tongue into her as far as he could, pulled it out, then thrust it in again. Suddenly he was gone and she looked up to see him pulling down his shorts and exposing his thick, powerful cock. Though it had already been drained, it was fully erect again. He knelt down again and was about to start kissing her pussy when she reached out, grabbing his hot, dense cock and slid it into her hairy opening. He moaned mightily and stiffened. She pushed forward and his powerful cock slid into her all way, right to his balls. How he filled her! Soon she was writhing and bucking, slapping against him as their passions met. He was panting, rolling his head back and forth, and seemed almost on the verge of collapsing. As they made love, with Devon thrusting madly, Jenny started rubbing her clitoris. She felt a build-up, but in a way never before experienced. The climax star
ted as normal, but it was much more intense and the hitherto unknown pleasure lasted much longer than usual. When she reached the point of no return, she started to moan in a high-pitched voice, her breathing shallow and fast.
He held on as she rode him. She used him like an object for her pleasure, and that gave them tremendous pleasure. He was to be taken, to be used, to be the means of her orgasm—and that was fine by him. The wilder and more uninhibited she became, the more he liked it and the more uninhibited he became.
“I’m going to come,” she said in a panting whisper, her eyes wide open. “I’m going to come, Devon!”
He was moaning madly. “Come on me,” he whispered frantically.
Suddenly Jenny stiffened and her beautiful, lithe body rocked and she shrieked so loudly that anyone within fifty paces would have heard her. She felt spasm after spasm, the climax rocking her in every nerve of her body. Devon was totally absorbed in the lovemaking and he felt her up as she had the orgasm, her body jerking and bucking as every delicious sensation, heightened to an unimaginable point, exploded within her.
For several minutes he felt her body, and for the entire time the orgasm washed over her from head to toe. Finally she stopped moving, then slowly and weakly stood up, looked down at him with confusion, and straightened her hair.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, slipping on her panties. “I’ve never felt an orgasm so powerful in my life.”
He stood up. “That’s a good thing.”
“Wonderful,” she said. Her whole body glowed.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Jenny.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I hope you still respect me.”
“More than ever,” Devon said.
“Time to go now,” she said, slightly flustered. “You can walk me to my car.”
Devon walked into the kitchen where he washed up while Jenny sat in the same place where her whole body was numb and glowing. Devon walked out of the kitchen looking dashing and handsome. Jenny looked away for a moment out of shyness, wondering if she had done the right thing, but one smile from him made her realize that he did still respect her, and more than that, he felt close to her, a part of her life. She liked that. They strolled down the hill and out the road.
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