“We can do it here,” I breathed.
“What?” he asked. I stopped, and he pushed me, but I didn’t budge.
“Fuck me here,” I whined. He pushed me ahead towards a hallway with a dim light. He pressed me up against the wall in the dimly lit hallway. He brushed my hair away from my neck, and then he was at my ear. I tried to reach for his face, but he yanked my hands back down.
“Why can’t I see you?” I breathed.
“Wait,” he demanded. He slid his hands under my shirt and pulled both of my breasts out of their cups. He kissed down the side of my neck and massaged each nipple repeatedly.
I felt tears coming to the surface. I had longed for his touch; I had ached for him.
“Jyme!” I cried out.
“Shhhh, I’m here,” he explained.
“Where have you been?”
“Cricket,” he sighed. He buried his face in the side of my neck.
“Jyme, I hate you so much.”
“I know you do, Babe,” he said, kissing the side of my face.
“You’re a bad person, and a liar.”
“I’m sorry, Babe.”
“Just leave me alone.”
“I can’t.”
“Stay the fuck away from me, Jyme. You disappeared once before; you can do it again.”
“I’ve always been here, I never left, and you know that don’t you?” Jyme slid both hands out of my shirt and unbuttoned my pants.
“PLEASE,” was all I could call out to him. He unzipped the tight jeans, slid his hand in, and slipped two fingers into Juicy. Juicy was so hungry for this; she made a slurping sound every time his fingers would went in and out. It was as if she was talking to him. I spread my legs wider, and Jyme went in even deeper adding the third finger this time. I was already at the edge; I knew it was not going to take long. I’d gone without any release for so long that I felt like I was about to explode. I was so hot that sweat drenched me. I felt the lightness coming, and my knees started buckling.
“Jyme,” I cried out to him.
“I got you,” he said. He held a tighter grip around my stomach. Jyme slid his fingers in with two more good thrusts, and I exploded. The tingles crept up my legs and thighs, and then they entered into Juicy. The lightness was now gone, and Jyme was pulling his fingers out.
“Don’t stop!” I choked out.
“Again?”
“Don’t stop,” I yelled at him, slamming both hands against the wall.
Jyme pushed the three fingers back in, thrusting faster and harder. I felt both knees buckle under me, and then the climatic volcano erupted. I screamed out and then stomped my right foot and then my left. Jyme could barely keep a hold on me. This was the biggest orgasm I had ever encountered. I pulled my legs together tight, trying to calm the orgasm.
“Are you still cumming?”
“OH GOD, JYME. OH GOD!” I yanked my head back and squeezed my eyes shut. The tremors eased up and then settled. Jyme kissed the back of my wet neck.
“Turn around,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned around and let the wall hold me up. When I looked up at the man standing before me, I barely recognized him. Jyme had a very low buzz cut, and he looked darker.
“Jyme.” I smiled.
He smiled back and pulled my hand up to rub it over his head. I pulled him close and kissed him long and slow. I traced my acrylic nails up and down the back of his head.
“Babe, that feels so fucking good,” he said between kisses.
My phone buzzed, and we ignored it. His phone buzzed, and we ignored it too. This reunion was too sweet to be interrupted. My phone buzzed again, and I yanked it out my pocket.
“What?” I snapped into the receiver. Jyme had moved from my lips to both sides of my neck.
“You got a ride, bitch?” Ayashe taunted.
“Am I riding with you?” I whispered in Jyme’s ear.
“Mmm hmm,” he mumbled.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“BYE,” Ayashe and Chelle yelled into the phone. I disconnected, sliding the phone back into my pocket.
“You fixed you,” he breathed.
“You told me to,” I explained.
“You look so good.”
“You’re not so bad yourself. I love the cut.”
“Better than the hair?”
“I loved the hair, too.”
“Which one do you love better?”
I pulled back so I could get a better look at him. I rubbed my hand over his scalp again, and he pulled me closer into him. “You.”
“Can I have you this weekend?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Can I have all of you this weekend?”
“Yes.”
Jyme guided me to a flight of stairs, we went up them and then we were outside in a back parking lot. We went to the spot where his SUV was parked and got in; his truck smelt the same as it always did. We pulled into some place called Suncadia Resort. Jyme and I walked hand in hand. The woman behind the counter nodded twice and smiled at him. Jyme had a look on his face that I didn’t recognize. We stepped into the elevators, and he held me tight. At the room, he pulled a key out and slid it into the door.
He opened the door, and there was a warm glow coming from within the room, which was wide and filled with candles. This room was a kitchen and a living room. Jyme pulled my jacket off and then removed his. He wore a black fitted Henley with a white tank underneath. He was so fucking hot.
He guided me to a small circular stairwell, and there was a warm light coming from upstairs as well. At the top of the stairs, we entered a massive bedroom with a deck and a hot tub outside. A privacy fence kept me from seeing anything but the sky through the opening above. Jyme pulled me over to the middle of the room right in front of the bed, then reached over the back of his shoulder and pulled his shirts off with one hand. I felt a ping inside of my stomach. He stared at me, not saying a word and I knew then what he wanted from me. I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He still stood there, and the look in eyes let me know he needed this much more than me.
I reached down to the end of my blouse and pulled it over my head. He still stood there, never letting his eyes leave mine. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra; sliding both arms down and letting my bra fall. Jyme closed his eyes for one brief moment and then stepped into me.
He kissed me so softly; it reminded me of the old saying about butterfly kisses. Jyme unbuttoned his jeans, as did I. We both shrugged out of them and stepped out of our shoes. Jyme pulled his boxer shorts down, and there he was, the beast of many names: boner, cock, dick, ding dong, one-eyed snake, knob, meat, pecker, pee-pee, peter, pole, stick, wanker, woody, and my all-time favorite: anaconda. I knew he could grow bigger than the size I saw before me, and it made my mouth water. I took another deep breath and pulled my lacy numbers down.
Now Juicy was fully exposed. Jyme stood there and looked me over. I wanted to cringe and was just about to cover Juicy with my hands, but Jyme caught me in the act.
“Don’t.” He pulled me towards him and moved the left side of my hair to the right. “Cricket, you’re perfect. Don’t hide from me,” he whispered in my ear.
“I love you,” I breathed.
He smiled and guided me into the bathroom. There was a tub and a separate shower. Jyme walked towards the tub about to fill it, and I couldn’t let him do that.
“Shower?”
“Babe, we got all-night,” he smiled.
“Shower,” I demanded.
He chuckled, went over to the shower, and started the water. We both walked into the dimly lit shower that was big enough for four people. I washed him, and he washed me; we were both sparkling clean when we exited. We towel dried together and reentered the bedroom.
Jyme pulled the bedding down; there were sheets and sheets and more sheets. Jyme stood in front of me and pressed down on my shoulders. I sat at the side of the bed, and he kneeled down. He spread my legs wide open and dug in. That t
ongue of his was amazing, and he knew just how to get me off. I came once on his tongue, and he was nowhere near a stopping point.
“Jyme, I already came,” I panted.
“Not enough.”
I fell back onto the bed, and Jyme pushed my legs up and slipped his tongue over my dirt box.
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed.
“Scream as loud as you want. There’s no one above, below, or on either side of us.”
Jyme licked me from my rooter to my tooter. I came again, and he still was not satisfied. He slid three fingers in me and talked filthy, nasty, dirty shit in my ear. He was driving me fucking crazy; I was climbing and kicking all over the place.
“Four!” I yelled.
Jyme slid the fourth finger in, and it didn’t take long for me to cum at all. After the third climatic explosion, Jyme slid on top of me. He was not even sweating, and I was completely gone. I heard the ripping of foil in the distance.
“Look at me” he demanded. I obeyed, and his eyes were so bright. He looked so happy. “Happy Birthday,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, then Jyme slid inside me, and it hurt so good.
Chapter 9
Happy Valen-Birthday
The pain was excruciating, and I had to fight back the tears. Jyme was so gentle and he went so slowly. It felt so good to finally have him inside, and it would have been so perfect if my insides were not screaming.
“Do you want me stop?” he whispered.
“NO!” I shouted.
“Babe, I can tell I’m hurting you.”
“I’m okay.”
“But I’m hurting you.” He pulled out.
“Jyme, don’t stop.”
“I can’t do this to you,” he whispered.
“Jyme, we only tried for like five minutes. This will take time, and you said we had all-night.” I smiled.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.” He kissed me on the side of my neck, and I got an idea. “Can we try a couple of other positions? It may help.”
“We can do whatever you want.”
“Let’s try it from the side,” I suggested. Jyme rolled to his side, and I slid in front of him. We shifted and twisted and then he slid into me.
“Oh, that’s so much better.”
“Yeah, it is. Shit it is,” he stated. Jyme slid in and out repeatedly, and the pain was almost gone. Jyme still took his time, never rushing inside of me and never going too far in.
“Oh God, Jyme. Right there, right there.”
“Cricket, does that feel good? It doesn’t hurt?”
“It feels so good, so fucking good!” I yelled.
“Babe?”
“More!” I yelled.
“Are you sure?”
“MORE!” I shouted, tugging at the sheets. Jyme slid some more in me, and I knew we were finally ready. “Get on top,” I panted.
Jyme slid out of me and then got on top. He slid his anaconda into Juicy, and they were happy to finally meet. We both came violently, and Jyme had some serious after cum jerking going on. I rubbed my fingers over his scalp and traced the back of his drenched neck. He lay on top of me for a long time, and I thought he was crying, but I would never ask.
Four condoms, eight “I’m cumming’s”, and twenty-three “I love you’s” later, we passed out a little after four a.m.
When I woke, Jyme was sound asleep on his back. I slid out of bed. I tiptoed into the bathroom, dreading the first pee after a night of what John Mayer would call, “Sexual Napalm.” The pee was painful, and Juicy was out of commission. She was swollen and throbbing, but she is a strong cookie and held up all night.
I turned on the shower, and Jyme stepped in right behind me, turning it off. “We are taking a bath in that big ass tub together,” he said sternly. I grinned and went and stepped into the tub. I turned on the water, and he threw in some bath salts. He laid three towels down and then he stepped in. He sat on the opposite side of the Jacuzzi tub.
“Come here,” he demanded. I walked over to him and straddled him. “You like it when I take charge, don’t you?” he grinned.
“Sometimes,” I answered.
“You like it all the time.”
I kissed him and then stood to turn the water off. I went back to straddle him again. But he shifted under me, and I slid down on him this time.
“Oh” I breathed.
“Babe we need a---”
I slid up and down slowly on his anaconda until his head fell back. “Just pull out when you need to.”
“Okay.”
Then I kicked it up a notch and rode him like a bucking horse. Jyme went ape shit, and we both had chill bumps afterwards. I tied the big fluffy robe around me, since I didn’t have anything else to put on. Jyme watched me with a big grin on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Do you think I’m slow?”
“Slow?”
“Retarded. My elevator doesn’t go to the top floor. Stupid?” he chuckled.
“No. Why?”
“Because you’re looking around like I haven’t been planning this for months. I got you, Babe.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
Jyme went over to the closet and opened it. He beckoned for me, and I walked to where he was. There were four garment bags hanging in the closet, two bags from my favorite clothing store, and three boxes of shoes.
Jyme pulled out one of the garment bags, and it held men’s clothes and shoes. He pulled an outfit out with all the trimmings. He was about to get dressed when I slid into him.
“I want you,” I breathed.
“Babe I want you to, but we really need to go,” he said.
“Four minutes?”
“Um, I’m going to be longer than four minutes.”
“I won’t,” I said and slid down on my knees and put him in my mouth.
Five minutes later, we were both dressed. As we started for the door, Jyme pulled something out of one of the nightstand drawers, but he didn’t let me see what it was. I took my phone out of last night’s jacket. I had four missed calls and a dozen text messages.
Jyme reached over me and set two small boxes on the counter. He brushed my hair to one side and wrapped his arms around me.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispered in my ear, and I pressed back closer to him. “And Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said and gave me another kiss.
“I get two presents?” I beamed.
“It’s two different occasions, isn’t it?”
“Thank you.”
“You haven’t opened them yet.”
“It doesn’t matter. Last night and this morning were absolutely perfect.”
“Open them,” he demanded.
I picked up the box on the left, and Jyme sucked in a breath. I sat that one back down; that one was a deep gift, I could tell by his body language. I opened the one on the right and the sparkles almost blinded me.
“JYME!” I shouted.
“Put it on,” he grinned. This box held a very gaudy, diamond cricket ring. The ring was as long as my pinky finger and the cricket had diamond eyes and diamond wings. “Please whatever you do, don’t lose that ring.”
Just those words alone made me swallow hard. “Is it insured?” I asked.
“YES,” he growled.
“I am sorry. I am so sorry. I know you thought all of this out, and everything is covered.”
“Thank you.”
I slid the ring on. It was heavy as hell, but it looked fabulous on my hand.
“Now the other,” Jyme insisted.
I picked up the other box, and Jyme shifted. I opened it slowly, and there was a sterling silver keychain with a four-leaf clover, a horseshoe, a rainbow with a pot of gold, a wishbone, and a star charm hanging from the key ring. Jyme reached around me and slid a key on the key ring. He turned me around, and I kept my eyes on the keychain.
“The charms represent you of course,” he said.
Jyme had told m
e before that his people believe crickets are a symbol of good luck. So I understood the charms, but the key had me stumped.
“The key is for you to come and help me make a home.”
I looked up at him, confused, and he gave me a small smile.
“I bought a house,” he said.
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“What are you thinking?” he asked with a worried face.
“That you’re fucking amazing and that I don’t know how I’m going to compete with you on your birthday,” I rushed out.
“This isn’t a competition,” he grinned.
“Where is it?”
“Federal Way on Puget Sound Beach.”
“Oh, it’s a beach house.” I smiled from ear to ear.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. You don’t like the beach,” he teased.
“If it was not for the beach, we would have never met.”
“We would have met,” he said sternly.
After the beautiful exchange of his two present, we left the room and headed for the elevator. We went down to the lobby and he held my hand. We stepped off the elevators, and he guided me to a side hallway. We walked in a set of double doors, and then they all yelled surprised. Chelle and Ayashe made it to me first. I was so not expecting this.
“You look so hot,” Ayashe belted out. Jyme had gotten me four different outfits. One of the four was a Red Margaux dress with tonal red sequins all through the fabric. I wore the pair of black stilettos he got me with silver teardrop earrings, and I finished my outfit off with my brand-new diamond cricket ring. Chelle and Ayashe looked at my cricket ring and gasped. Then, the ring had an audience of its own. People were greeting the ring before they would even say Happy Birthday to me. Jyme was so proud, and everyone gave him the big ups for getting the ultimate gift.
There were about twenty or so people at the party. But I only knew about fourteen of them; the other six were mystery people. All of Jyme’s friends and close family members were there. I saw O across the room and that made me smile. I looked for D’Artagnan, but I didn’t see him anywhere. Then I thought about it, Jyme probably didn’t invite him.
There were two big round tables with gold pillar candles lit in the middle of the table with huge flowers as the centerpieces. It was breathtaking, and Jyme made sure I saw every bit of it. He kept pulling me away from people trying to greet me to show me something. The room and decorations in it had a whimsical feel, almost as peculiar as a scene from Alice in Wonderland; but still very classy. There was a table full of gift bags and gift boxes.
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