Sweet Salvation (27 page)

“Come up here.” His voice was husky with emotion as he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her face up to his for a kiss. “Straddle me. I want to feel all of you against me.”

Jared guided her leg over him until she spanned him at the waist. With their height difference, if she rode his hips he had to strain to reach her mouth. With her on top, it usually worked better if he was sitting. He pushed back against the pillows, but she stopped him.

“I want to give you pleasure this time, Jared.”

“You give me pleasure every time.”

“That’s sweet, but I meant with my mouth, sugar.” She licked her lips as she said it and that was all it took. His cock rose to full readiness. As she leaned down with her brilliant blue eyes locked on his, her tongue began circling and flicking his nipple. His cock twitched, barely constrained by his boxer briefs. She continued her slow, sensuous torture by licking her way across his chest to his other nipple, where she caught it between her teeth and bit down. At that point, he throbbed and felt pre-cum pearl on the tip. Damn!

She lingered at his chest for too long and his patience slipped a notch. “Get on with it, Stacy, or I’m taking over.”

She raised her head and pouted prettily. “No fair. You torture me for hours.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m letting you have your fun, but my patience is limited. Get on to the good stuff and suck me, baby.”

“Okay, bossy man,” she said with a wicked grin as she abandoned his chest and licked her way down his belly. Her hair trailed over his belly and his muscles jumped.

“You’re still playing. You’ve got ten seconds to get to it.”

“Party pooper.” Yet she took him at his word because her fingers dipped into his waistband and tugged. She pulled the material down as he bridged and soon he sprang free. As she swept his boxers down his legs, her hair teased his thighs and his cock jerked, the head glistening and wet.

Her small soft hands glided over his legs as she moved back up his body. She hovered over him, her warm breath brushing over his erect flesh lightly and he nearly erupted. He brushed her hair aside so he could watch as her lips lowered, her mouth open. Instead of taking him inside though, she bent and laid the flat of her tongue along the base of his cock and licked, slowly upward, her tongue dragging against the underside of his shaft until finally she reached the head and swirled.

His growl of frustration commanded more than any words and she instantly opened, taking him inside. Holy shit! Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue wildly laving and stroking. Fisting the hand in her hair gently, he guided her movement, showing her how he wanted it. He was close.

“I’m not gonna last long. Are you ready?”

She nodded, not giving up her rhythm or suction. Giving himself up to her, he groaned, the sound harsh and grating as he felt his balls tingle and a surge of heat erupt as he came. He held her head still as his hot semen splashed down her throat. He pressed against her, emptying inside her eager mouth, shuddering in awe as she swallowed ever drop.

He released her head and she pulled off him. Licking her lips, she looked up at him, grinning. “I love when you lose it, Jared. It makes me feel empowered for a change.”

Curling at the waist, he slid his hands under her armpits and pulled her up his body, He paused for a deep kiss before he lifted her higher, until her knees straddled his shoulders. “My turn,” he declared. “Let’s see how empowered you feel when you’re coming into my mouth. Lean up and spread for me, Stacy.”

His hands gripped her glorious full backside as he buried his mouth against her pussy, his tongue licking into her sweetness. He looked up at her and saw her watching, her eyes burning with arousal. It wouldn’t be long, he knew. Her breasts were quivering and seemed in need of attention. With his hands otherwise occupied, he briefly left her ass and moved her hands from the headboard to her tits, pressing them there.

She took over without being told, cupping and playing with her nipples instinctively as she writhed against his tongue. He sucked her clit into his mouth and drew on it hard. She went wild, pumping her hips to get more friction. His hands squeezed her ass, holding her still as his tongue drove into her gushing channel. She was almost there and he knew exactly what would send her over the edge. Separating her ass cheeks, his fingers glided along her cleft, gathering her dewy moisture before finding the tight pucker in back with the tip of one finger. He teased her with little circles, wetting and caressing until she whimpered and pushed back against his finger.

Well lubed, he dipped inside, slowly penetrating with even pressure. Pumping gently, he pushed deeper past the first knuckle, by the second she went wild. He returned to her clit and redoubled his efforts, sucking and flicking her clit as he finger-fucked her ass. Five seconds later, she exploded, flooding his mouth with her juices as she clenched his embedded finger like a vise. She slumped forward, gasping for breath. Before her last shudder had ceased, he lifted her and flipped her onto her back. Spreading her legs and pressing them wide to her chest, he plowed into her, driving deep, reigniting her orgasm and dragging her toward another peak. His cock, as if forgetting it had just exploded only minutes ago, rose to the call as he rode her hard until she was crying out again for release. He pulled out, wanting—no, needing—to possess her tight ass. The intimate possession of all of her—every inch, every orifice, every sexy nook and cranny—filled him with an intense need for dominance, for total domination over his woman. It was primitive, yes, instinctual even, as if he should throw back his head and shout to the world, “This is my woman, mine!”

Pushing her knees higher, he opened her wide, positioning her until her legs were bent double and pressed against her shoulders. With the split of her beautiful ass pointing upward, he took her. Pressing the wide head of his cock against her twitching furrow, he tunneled deep. Her muscles clamping around him were almost painful at first, the tight muscles gripping and clenching hard around his unyielding flesh. He gritted his teeth, determined to go slowly, savoring the sight of his hard cock penetrating, sinking bit by bit, stretching the resistant tissues until his cock, well-lubed from her copious juices, was slowly consumed.

“Jared!” she cried.

“My cock is impaled deep in your ass, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

“Full, stretched, wonderful,” she groaned.

Her complete surrender made him near feral. He wanted to slam into her, taking her, possessing her, owning her. His voice came out gruff as he commanded, “Wrap your arms around your legs and hold them there, baby. I want to watch, as I fuck your exquisite ass. I want to spread your pussy with my thumbs and watch your pussy gush and your muscles clench for me. I want to see you come from just my cock in your ass.”

She did as bidden, enfolding her arms around her calves, holding them in place as she looked down to where he filled her.

“Whose ass is this, Stacy?”

“It’s yours, Jared, all yours.”

“That’s right. It’s my ass, and this pussy is mine. Your glorious tits and that hot eager mouth, they’re all mine. Isn’t that so?”

“Yes, Jared. I belong to you.”

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. You’re mine, and you’re gonna take all of my cock—deep and hard—and you’re gonna love it.”

“Yes! Please!”

He withdrew and sank back in, stretching her with each return glide.

“Damn, you’re tight.”

“Harder, Jared, take me.”

He gave her harder, and when she begged for faster, he gave her faster too until he was riding her ass, like he would her pussy. Gliding relentlessly in and out, he took her along with him until she again found her release. His eyes greedily watched his possession. Wanting more, he slipped his hands over her pussy and used his thumbs to spread her lips just as he’d promised. In moments, he watched as she came yet again, her muscles clenching, her juices rolling. They slid down to provide more lube making his possession easier, smoother, and he slid in even deeper. It was erotic and hot, and much too much. He could delay no further. Thrusting powerfully once, twice, a third time, he went over the top with a roar, swelling and stretching her more as he filled her ass with his cum.

He collapsed a moment later, rolling to her side as he withdrew so he didn’t flatten her into the mattress.

His hand cupped her face and brought her lips up to his. “I’m a lucky man, Stacy. You are perfect, my love.”

Unable to speak, she just smiled languorously up at him and sighed, obviously content. The lay there holding one another for long moments as their breathing and racing hearts returned to normal. When he recovered, he rolled, taking her with him to the edge of the bed where he lifted her.

“We’re a sticky mess, baby.” He carried her to the shower, holding her limp body against him as he adjusted the spray and stepped in with her. Under the shower of warm water, he washed her thoroughly, intimately. When his soapy fingers ran through her cleft, washing her front thoroughly before lastly moving to her back, he heard a whimper.

“Sore?”

“No, you’re making me want you again.”

“I want that too, but if I take you again, you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.” He finished up quickly. No way was he taking her again tonight. She could barely stand. Rubbing her dry with the thick towel, he carried her back to the bed and tucked her in, climbing in behind. Curling around her back, he pulled her close and reached to switch off the light.

As he settled back on the pillows, his arms encircling her, he smiled when she sighed, a sound of pure exhaustion.

“What happened to greedy Stacy who wanted me again only a minute ago?”

“I must have been possessed or something, darlin’, cause you wore me out. I can’t move, let alone fuck again.”

“Hm… I’ll have to watch my language. You’re picking up my bad habit.”

She laughed softly. “You do get rather salty when you make love to me, not to mention demanding, possessive, and insatiable.”

“Yeah, and you love it. Still, I’ll have to do better with my salty tongue, my little copycat. I prefer sweet to salty every day.”

“Your salty tongue is wonderful every day, sugar. I got no complaints.”

She didn’t comment again after that, her voice trailing off into a whisper. Then he heard the slow cadence of her breathing as she eased into a sated, exhausted sleep. He pressed a kiss into her hair and relaxed against her. “Love you, my sweet Stacy.”

“Love you too, Jared.”

“I thought you were asleep,” he chuckled. She fought sleep like a child, afraid she’d miss something. “No more talking for now, my sweet girl. Sleep. We’ve got another big day tomorrow.”

* * *

Stacy watched anxiously as her nana’s antiques were loaded on the truck. “They’re priceless to me, Jared.”

“I know, honey, they’re being careful.”

“It’s a good thing I haven’t finished all the rooms. We would have been overrun with furniture, otherwise.”

“I like those antiques. They’ll look great in one of the guest rooms.”

There was an entire bedroom suit, as well as Nana’s rocking chairs, an antique pie safe and a china hutch. As the movers pulled away from the curb, Jared sighed. “I’m beat. Let’s have one more look around and then we need to get going. Our flight leaves in two hours.”

They did a final walk through, Stacy clinging tightly to Jared’s hand, trying to keep her emotions in check. While checking the basement and now empty storage room one more time, Jared peeked under the recessed area under the stairs. “Looks like we’re good to go.”

“Wait a sec,” Stacy said, moving past him. She bent down and removed a loose board toward the back of the cramped space. “I almost forgot my hidey-hole back here.”

She pulled out a dusty scrapbook decorated with hand-drawn flowers in pinks and purples, rainbows, and smiley-faced suns. Laughing, she crawled out, bumping her head on one of the overhanging steps. “Ouch! I remember doing that as a kid too,” she whined, pressing on the injury with the flat of her hand. “I had a permanent sore spot right in this exact spot for years.”

“Let me see.” Jared grabbed her head between his big hands and angled it toward the light, which was a dim bulb hanging from a chain in the middle of the ceiling. He kissed the stinging spot gently. “You’ve got a little red spot but the skin isn’t broken. What do you have there?”

“My scrapbook from middle school.”

She opened it to pages filled with mementos: ticket stubs, programs, pictures of her and her friends.

“Why was it hidden under the stairs?”

“It was my wish book and top secret,” she said in a mock whisper. “You know, the kind I could tell you about, but then I’d have to kill you. That kind of top secret. You see, I had information on my secret crush in here.” She held up an old picture of Brad Pitt, laughing as Jared made the first eye roll she had ever seen and a face of pure and utter disgust. “I was thirteen, darlin’; every thirteen-year-old girl in the US of A was in love with Brad that year. And then it happened.”

“What?”

“He married Jennifer Aniston, of course. Me and my friends went nuts. And even though my plan was to grow up and marry Brad, have a big dream wedding and lots of little Pitts, I didn’t mind when he married Jen, because we loved her too.” She flipped through the pages, looking at the gazebo by the ocean where they would take their vows, the wedding dress from a magazine that she’d cut out and lovingly pasted in the book, labeling underneath it ‘Mrs. Stacy Pitt’; she had even selected the shoes she would wear. Pictures of food and flowers she’d have at her reception were also glued lovingly onto pages. Shaking her head at her teenage silliness, she glanced at Jared, still smiling. She stopped short when she noticed his expression had become strained and his eyes were a steely gray—his angry chameleon eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think it’s odd that as a girl you dreamed of a big elaborate wedding with your fantasy man, but now when you have the chance to do it for real it’s a judge or Elvis.”

“I was thirteen, Jared. That was half a lifetime ago.”